Cold, Tuesday May 14th 1963, Cardiff

You birthed me on this day,

beautiful, clever you.

Was I crying, laughing, coughing?

It was cold but the back room was warm.

Was there a fire going? Probably. Coal.

Like your eyes.

I really hope it didn't hurt too much.

I hope I just slipped out, smooth, clean.

How long was your labour? Brief I hope.

Did I love you enough to make it worth it?

Only you know.

Happy birth day, I'm sure it was.

Still going on strong mummy, rarely crying. 

Thank you!