tough comet
Woken by a frantic voice
Get up we need to go
Dragging my teddy on the ground
Where off to I don't know
Put in a car driving fast
dropped off at a familiar place
my dad saying bye
Of my mom no trace
Sleeping in a bed
Shared by other kiddo
Later learning this was the time
when my dad almost became a widow
In the morning off to school
Of my parents no sign
My unofficial aunt tells me
my mother did deadline
At noon my dad arrives
Somehow filled with joy
My mother had survived
Together with a tiny baby boy
I somehow got a present
Three months earlier than guessed
The next day, on my birthday
I held my little brother on my chest
Now over a decade later
how glad I am to say
That my mom's friend had space
and was willing to store me away
Grateful for the doctors
And the skills how they controlled
the survival of my mom, and brother
premature, six months old
*context: my lil brother was born 3 full months earlier than expected, and with that two days before my birthday in the late evening. My mum and him both survived and recovered completely.
sullen gate
ashen coyote