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I carry you to full term, daughter; know the

twitch of limbs, the tick of your cartilage,

the back road of each bone. We have sat

in waiting-rooms together, been checked-out

when we checked-in. I held you in me as long

as I could. The scan is just our bruising.

You’re rose-hipped in me and the din

of everything else is petrified on film.

You will have your moment in my ambition,

be unburnable. I know your eyes will be green.

This is the first child I will make. The next one

I will keep because I can. You are the one

I have to let go down B-roads, down rickety lanes,

down tracks I cannot travel.

I know you’ll swab my cells from yours,

but the hush of my blood will find you