Friday, 21 November 2014

Atanaska


How your blue eyes stopped me.
Your exhausted mother was out for the count.
In that small room we’d been moved to,
upstairs somewhere
in the maternity hospital,
a nurse came in and handed you over,
asleep for the moment,
and I was like what now?
No more than one hour old,
you woke up on my knee,
took a look and went back to sleep.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips 

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