CWI May 2019 Winner

Ruth Taaffe


This was the date that should’ve been.

It catches me every year

like the gasp of a plot twist I almost forgot.


While all the world waited

on an inhale for your first big cry

you were reserved, belated, biding your time.


‘Not yet cooked’, your Grandma joked

as if I really was the oven

and you the bun


or like a library book I wanted to keep

for perhaps

just one more week.