Straight to my
ribs, your first kick made me
feel so excited. Your tiny feet grew strong
inside of
me. Joy. My world was never
the same. I promised to always care for you.
They didn’t
understand you like I did,
Сыночек мой, кровиночка моя родная
We didn’t have
much to eat back then. Maybe
that’s why
things turned out the way they did.
Through it all
your kick was strong, even when
you played
soccer in elementary school.
Сыночек мой, кровиночка моя родная
My nipples
cracked and bled – improper
nursing
techniques the doctor said.
You drank my
milk, you sucked my blood,
you kept kicking
me in the ribs,
Сыночек мой, кровиночка моя родная
Maybe I didn’t
know how to properly care
for you. They told me to stop feeding you.
They didn’t
understand you like I did,
Сыночек мой, кровиночка моя родная
Look how tall you
are now at 32. It hurts
so much more
when you kick me in the ribs,
I love you so
much. They don’t understand
you like I do. Сыночек мой, кровиночка
моя родная
©2015 Suzanne Coley
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