Another Creation Myth

By Al'S Mam

whatever he did or didn't do
It was all okay by Al's mam
Her blue-eyed bundle weighing five ponds six ounces,
Cocooned in an incubator with little tributary tubes,
Cradled in the arms of a buxom girl
Barely wet behind the ears
She was Jenny the neonatal nurse
the one Al's mam came to resent.

Her blue-eyed bundle didn't suckle
Didn't feed from her
Like all the others in the line
The ones her large breasts enveloped as they drank her milk in a huge hunger.
This one was held by a young one
with no bairns of her own

She chafed at the bit
Resisted the urge to TENTACLE HER ARMS
And reach in behind the perspex glass
to pull him to herself
This last one in the line,
The runt of her litter needed breasts,
The stream of mothers' milk.

When he cried, she did too inside
But gagged it on the outside
She would have shrunk for him
Alice in Wonderland down the perspex
rabbit hole
Just for a tentative feed
Their first communication chord
And real placental shattering.

So from the day she and he were truly
introduced
And she counted fingers and toes on a
maternal abacus
A kiss for every digit,
She made a pact with God
Leave him to me this time and
Whatever he does is fine.

She spoiled her six foot runt,
Still kissing his teenage toes.
And he scanned every street corner
For his Ma,
Wiped the dusty bar seats in the pub.
The Queen must never sit in dust.
He'd bear her on a litter through
Glasgow town,
if she would but allow,
And you know she would,
Because everything he did
Was fine by Al's Mam