Finlay’s Hours: ‘Question’

 

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

(note: Even in 20/20 hindsight, I can’t unravel the crypticism of this poem. God knows what was going through my head at the time of writing)

 

Question

Is this the bravest thing I wrote:
Do these words show naïve hope?

-Unseen Flirtations

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