This Is Where the Story Really Starts
As soon as I saw you
I knew I had to change my story,
knew it would change anyway.
The tale I was telling to the world
would need to move closer
to the truth.
Most of all I wanted
to be with you, nurture you,
whilst you grew your own story.
Listening to your first breathing
holding your gristle bones
smelling your warm crown
love entered in the way it always does,
through the senses,
but this time, through the heart too:
for this child gave birth to the father,
delivered the man.
At last, without wondering if it sounds right,
in this poem, where stories connect,
I can use the word love.