Innocent by Trish Cavanagh

On your back
Alone

No one rocking you
No one holding you
No one stroking your brow
No one tickling your toes
No one saying ‘pick a boo
I see you’

No soothing
No Caring
No loving

Bastard
Burden
Bad evil being

Banished
Bashed
Trashed

Without tender touch
Without Mother warmth
Without cuddles and giggles

I cry
You should be cherished
Not perished
Not famished
Not punished
You’re precious
Little infant

The clip abruptly ends
With today’s annunciation
Tears with heartfelt communication
Reports, reckoning and repentance
Babies and Mothers
May your hurt
Be healed
As our wrong doings
Are revealed