No. 27: Baby crib

Hospital baby cribs

have side rails

that are easy

to raise and lower.

A strong steel fence

around the baby in the bed.

When the girl with the Prune Belly years later

showed photos of herself in the hospital baby crib,

and told her boyfriend

that if we ever have children,

I want a bed like that for the baby.

Then he looked at her

as if she were crazy.

To him,

the bed looked like a cage of horror.

A prison.

For the girl,

the bed was security.

Her own world.

Her protection from the outside world.

It wasn't she who was trapped,

but the world that was shut out.

 

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These poems are originally written in Swedish and translated by myself. So if the translation sounds weird - please just laugh, or cry, or just shake your head and move on to the next poem, hoping for a better translation there... Thank you for your patience, and for following my story! By the way - my lyrics sometimes sounds weird in Swedish too...