Who was I
before you?
Who was I
before I held you down
in the name of a cure?
Of fixing a mistake.
Of righting a wrong.
You.
Not a mistake.
Not a wrong.
Who was I
before I felt
your life inside me
before I realized the
awesome responsibility
of you.
Who was I
before I felt the joy
and pride
and fear
of being a mother.
Mother.
Me?
Me.