'For Joan' by Joan Goodyear

Mother was sat on the hospital bed

She had a blue nightinggown on

She was a little bit cold

She was in pain, a pain in her belly

Like cramp

There was a chair up beside the bed

The doctor was there with black hair and white overalls

Looking at Mother

And the nurse was there

Looking at Mother

And I am in Mother’s belly

There’s no room in there any more

She’s kicked you out

And I am coming out of her belly

And I am heavy

But a tiny wet baby girl

Wet, white skin, wrinkled

I not said a work

The nurse picked me up and gave me to Mother

‘Mrs Goodyear, this is Joan Goodyear’

And Mother carried me like this

In her arms, gently, neat.