Cut the Cord

And a child is born,

 

another life,

 

another story begins.

 

This one arrives on a stretcher,

 

rolling through the doorway

 

at Woman and Infants Hospital.

 

It couldn’t wait,

 

couldn’t stand another minute

 

inside the womb,

 

of the woman who pushed it away

 

I said, It’s a girl.

 

She said

 

get that thing away from me.

 

Sad, but no surprise,

 

We found her at the pay phone,

 

High on crack

 

Looking for somebody to blow

 

To keep the party going.

 

The baby came early,

 

Maybe she knew

 

She couldn’t take another hit.

 

They cut the umbilical cord,

 

And separated promise

 

from desperation.

 

Mother and daughter,  both addicted

 

One by choice

 

The other just because.

 

 

 

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