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For Emily-May
I lay awake for hours around you curled
A tiny fragile warmth to lift my world
The softness of your breath and milk-sweet scent’s
A humbling pleasure which I never dreamt
Would be my own until I saw you crown
And fill your lungs to cry. That sound compounds
My every conscious thought; my arms around
you while you dream of nought but your next feed.
How can it be the innocently wild
And joyful hope-blue eyes and smile’s beguiled?
A laugh content and gaze intent on me,
I’ll hide my dark and guilty heart and be
The one who hides the script o’this awful play
Of greed and war and torture every day.
