Davide Castel Davide Castel
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What did these last two lines mean? Why would she wave you goodbye? Was that because you left home?

Clare Martin Clare Martin
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No, I didn't leave home. Eighteen is generally the age we finish school and leave for college in Ireland. I'm still sixteen so I'm permitted to leave but I chose to stay on.

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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Very good, yet I feel there is the other side too.

Clare Martin Clare Martin
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What do you mean by "other side"?

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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The way I interpreted it, is that sometimes a mother may wish to never have given birth, knowing how her child was to suffer in life. I have heard some mother's say this, had they known the child they so loved was to suffer in this way, it may have been better not to have had her. That's my personal interpretation only Clare.

Clare Martin Clare Martin
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Ah, I see. That certainly isn't what I intended. My mother can be disappointed, but she'd never wish me unborn. But still, I can see where you're coming from.

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I wonder how she felt
When she first held me.
How tired and thrilled she must’ve felt
When I finally arrived.
How it must have been
When I was placed into her arms,
And told she had eighteen years
Before she’d wave me goodbye. 2 comments


I wonder how she felt
When the sonographer smiled
And said “At last, you have
A baby queen,”
How she must’ve rushed around
In a frenzied state of love,
Buying the pink pyjamas…
How, for her, must that have been?


I wonder how she felt
When the contractions began,
The pain that only a mother’s
Love could ever truly bear.
When she gave that final push
And heard that victorious wail.
How she must’ve felt when
She whispered the name “Clare”.


I wonder how she felt
When I first held her thumb.
When my tiny hand was gripped
Around the only person that I trust.
How she must’ve felt when she
Was feeding me my milk
And I played with her hair
And giggled when I pulled the dust.


Now, I wonder how she feels
When she sees that baby girl
Running amok through the streets
Alone, broken and forlorn.
How she feels when she sees
That girl bleeding, begging for death.
The girl she knew she’d always love
From the moment she was born. 4 comments


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