a published poem

The first time I knew I could kill
the first time no one else mattered
the first time that love underpinned all
no option to walk away.

Child, I have loved many people,
gone the second mile so many times
given everything I had, been unconditional,
then I gave birth to you.

You became my world, everything was you
a love I cannot describe, stronger than death
instincts I’d never known, strength I never had
came to me when you were born.


By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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