Baby Boadicea

She rises high in triumph
Her banner held aloft -
A nice piece of banana
Moist and somewhat soft.

She declaims to the cutlery
Makes speeches at the spoons
And informs both parents calmly
That we are amusing loons.

Her pose is so majestic,
Her manner so grown up,
That we can't believe she's only
A mucky, mucky pup.

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I almost remember a night in hospital
When she was less than five days old
And we sat in the night in the dark on the ward
And looked at each other, and looked at each other, and looked at each other.

I almost remember the morning I woke
The first day I woke as a mother
And saw her eyes in her crib beside my hospital bed
And she looked at me, and looked at me, and looked at me.

I almost remember the day she was born
And the noise and the lights and the crowds
And I almost remember that I first heard her voice
And we looked at her, looked at her, looked at her

And then they took her away.