Foetus

I placed you into the steel dish
As I was trained to do
Turned and knew
Your mother needed to hold you.
So I supported your perfect body
Into an open swab
Six inches square.
It felt as though you were not there
But we both could see you.

Passed you to your mothers love
Then went and wrote some notes.

Hours later
When you had to leave
I tucked you up
So the steel couldn't touch
Your body.

I had to pass you along in law
Your mother cradled you long
She named you Josephine.










Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-06-24 at 00:42

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
having been in this situation, I take my hat off to the medical staff whose practical yet compassionate time I probably didn't appreciate at the time - but appreciate now in a funny sort of way - its hard doing those jobs that most of us would rather not do.

Elle x
2008-06-24


M Heathcote
It has the mechanical feeling of the monotonous daily workings of work when the senses have become anesthetized, But with a caring gentleness of a time shared that will never erode!
A very good Write!
2008-06-24



It is very sad when a unborn child passes over and you describe it vividly here. By Foetus, you mean under a certain week age? It is a sad fact of life that you medical practictioners have to deal with on our behalf. Thank you for your humanity.


Would thank you for your comment on Only You, but the messaging thingy ain't working well yet! I will take my time, but in my 50th year now, I don't have too much left!lol Tai
2008-06-24