Bells shrilling, <br />mind screaming, <br />no, no, take me... <br />you lying trapped, <br />passive... <br />take me instead, she has to live... <br /> <br />... tug of stitches <br />needle through living flesh... <br />they saw my eyes <br />flicker, I suppose. <br /> <br />They freed you from <br />my body’s treacherous haven <br />as your heart slowed <br />and my feeble efforts <br />failed to offer you a route to life. <br /> <br />Then they mercifully <br />put me under <br />and I slept. <br /> <br />When I woke <br />your small amazed face <br />was gazing into mine. <br />You pounced <br />greedily <br />fastening your lips <br />around my generous breast <br />and I knew then <br />you were my daughter <br />and I would always <br />love you.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains-caesarian-section/
