By Trent Jamieson
Oct 5, 2018 · 138 words · 1 minute

My daughter was born a few weeks ago. And I don't write much poetry (for reasons evident below) but I wanted to put this somewhere. It's a 2 AM poem, after a 10 pm birth.


You just appeared

Furious hesitant.

You just appeared

Sobbing bloody.


I touched your scabbing hair

as you declared dismay

at the air your lungs hadn’t known but secondhand

at the working of the world, grown big with water’s breaking,

and you so small.


I never thought I could love

something so messy.

I never thought you could be so beautiful.

How could I?

How could we?

A child’s a singularity.

And you were singing such songs

as the ending of a wombing time

Forked lightning songs

And I held you.



My daughter

My daughter

My daughter.

Trent Jamieson

Trent is writing Science Fiction and Fantasy.