(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Becoming His Daughter

BECOMING HIS DAUGHTER

She grasps the air
with her new born

fist
as if

she were stuffing
it down

her own throat
before letting it

circulate within her
until it became her

and then using
her new found voice

let out a great shout.

This cry
is me.

And so, was born
a father at that very

moment
holding her

in his palms
as if she were water

her wail
altering the very

molecules
of the air & how

he could now
never be

the same again ever

since she had decided to be
his daughter.

by Dónall Dempsey

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