Tell Me Again

Tell me again how you birthed

a crescent of life, pinking skin

and eyelids, screwed shut

And tell me again how you clutched her palm and traced the tender lines of her face

Tell me how she released the first bout of laughter, how she is the first to call, and the last to forget

Tell me again how you breathed

the miracle of life into your arms

Tell me how she soaked

the sun into her veins, how each

tendril of hair was sacred

Tell me how she was born to

intellectualise, to skirt around

the logic of this wretched 

existence.

Tell me how you held her,

how you gave her life