There’s something inside me at last br For a long time there was nothing br I gaze at the reflection of my baby’s mother in the mirror br She raises her glass, drinks br And turns away br Pragmatism wins over introspection br Her glass is empty br She already loves her baby more than she has ever loved herself – br But will that be enough? br For him? For her? br She imagines how he will look when he is born br How she will dress him br What sort of man he will become br And knows he will be more than she ever was br Because she will love him br More than her mother ever could br She won’t make those mistakes br Did her mother feel this way? br Think these things, br Love her baby this much? br She doubts it br And touches her tummy br Her baby kicks br More rejection br She turns away from the mirror br And pours another drinkbr br Elizabeth Russellbr br