This poem is written with a historical
context and does not reflect current relationshiops

Mothers

One mother lies on the table
Another knows she'll never be
As we wait eager for news
Of the surgeon's skillful hands
The other cries herself to sleep
Lamenting her baby
The child she'll never see
It Just will never be

To be a mother is special
Not just plain biology
Having a baby is one thing
Being a mother takes skill
I know that I'd be up there
Caring for my precious infant
Cruel nature made me different
No child will there be
A mother I'll never be

On the day they cut the cancer
I realise what my mother means
She did the best she could
Only a child was she
With a baby on her knee
In case you did not see
That baby was me
No grandchild will she see

Miss Rosemary Carrie Ferguson 2008

Poetry - Miscellaneous

The auld miners toun
Barren Land
The Big Pond
Ballad of George and Tommy
Boris
Bad Poetry
Bastards
Change
Making Contact
Define You
I'm Doing Fine
Dreams
Escape
What Is Freedom
Future Imperfect
I Cried At The Gates
Homeland
Homeward Bound
Iraq
Is There Not Enough Love
Just One Day
The Lost Boy
Motherhood
Michigan
Mothers
My Name Is Julie
My To Do List Is Evil
Nearly Done
One Moment
Only One Place Is Home
The Opium Flows
Over The Sea
Paddy's Market
Silent Plea
People Who Love You
Radio
Saving Our Cans
She's Special
Spectre Of The Atom
Time
Truth
Wasted Days
Christmas In The Cold
The Years Roll On