Ecce Cuniculus!Fifty-one years
since my mother heaved
and there I was;
'either a skinned rabbit
or a boy', said
Dr McMahon, reeking of whiskey.
'Halibut oil', said my granny later,
'and orange juice from the NHS,
build him up and make him strong'
- or so I'm told.
She died on Christmas Eve
when I was ten; and now
staring into the mirror
I see her eyes, nose and chins,
the greying black hair I remember.