Ageless is a mother’s love (edited)

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The wait room in the clinic smelled
the mucus on my baby’s breath
as she hacked it from her lungs
(or tried).
I breathed prayers into her wispy hair
undulating off the rhythm
of the clock, slime-stuck at nine.
 
The wait room in the clinic heard
a shuffle and a steady stride:
a mirror held by future’s hands.
A creviced face with mothers eyes
echoed the anguish in my mind
and bent over greying hair to dab
tears off her baby, forty-five.


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The wait room in the clinic smelled
the mucus on my baby’s breath
as she hacked it from her lungs
(or tried).
I breathed prayers into her wispy hair
undulating off the rhythm
of the clock, slime-stuck at nine.
 
The wait room in the clinic heard
a shuffle and a steady stride;
a mirror held by future’s hands.
A creviced face and deep set eyes
locked with the anguish in my own.
She breathed comfort into greying hair,
of her baby, forty-five.