Let me tell you
I had dreamt of it too
Once my belly rounding with child
The O of surprise, pleasure
I had imagined too
That clutch of protest
Pain, the beginning
The tearing the leaving the gone
I have lost them
The right to the words
You have your father’s eyes
You take after me
And I shall no longer speak for you
You will say these things
I love you to the last
Because
Yours will be the voice
They hear before
And after all else
Your lips to move
The song the story
The kiss to silence.
So give me leave
To tell the first story
Because this is how it has always begun
Once there was a child.
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