This poem was written for the letter M as part of my A to Z of babyloss.
I am a mummy
A child calls me by that name
But being a mummy
Started long before that time
I became a mummy
As soon as I first knew
That there was a baby
Growing within me
When the midwives at each visit
Asked if I was a mum
I used to hesitate
Not knowing how to respond
Sometimes I'd say yes
Explaining what that meant
Usually I'd say no
Then I would lament
Because I knew what they were asking
But it was too cruel to see
Too cruel to think about
Too much to be me.
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