About the poet
Rebecca Goss has described poetry as ‘an invitation to look very closely at something’, and her...
So extraordinary was your sister’s
short life, it’s hard for me to see
a future for you. I know it’s there,
your horizon of adulthood,
reachable across a stretch
of ordinary days, yet I can’t believe
my fortune - to have a healthy child
with all that waits: the bike, school,
mild and curable diseases.
So we potter through the weeks
and you relax your simian cling,
take exploratory steps, language
budding at your lips. I log the daily
change, another day lived
with every kiss goodnight; wake
relieved by your murmurs at dawn.
Come and hold my hand little one,
stand beside me in your small shoes,
let’s head for your undiscovered life,
your mother’s ready now, let’s run.
from Her Birth (Carcanet, 2013), Rebecca Goss 2013, used by permission of the author and publisher
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