On the eve of a birthday

Held ransom by love

Through a blur of morphine induced fug
I saw his face
Smelt his smell
gazed into his sleepy eyes
My son
My first child
The love present during pregnancy
exploded
in a sense of fear, hope, terror, joy

A while later
when the love for him was deeper
than anything ever known
that love
was expanded
and was poured out
for his sister
experience giving her a
bright and alert start to life

We are now held ransom by their love
that will never be paid
and freedom never achieved
We don't want that freedom
our lives and love are entwined
We are captured

As they establish themselves
as adults
and we wave goodbye
at airports
and watch as they
live their lives

We are held ransom by love
for ever


Jen