Finlay’s Hours: ‘Mine’

A chronological collection of writing during my son’s first fortnight of life, in Neonatal ICU.

Decimated is one word for it.
Ravaged, another.
Your wife’s body
Passive: the body of your wife
Actively, damaged.
Managed and mined in this strangely unnatural excavation.
This somehow natural situation,
In search of a jewel.

But what we find, as all miners do,
Is that gem stones and diamonds are in situ unhewed.
Flawed glory, unpolished,
Undusted, when unprotected
Unreflective,
Yet perfect.
And whoever suggested that imperfect isn’t worth it
Is wrong, I find, because
Mine’s perfect.

-Unseen Flirtations

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