the tube

the tube

September, 1974, five weeks old

deep in the hospital
an x-ray room
the intern straps
my tiny son
stripped to his diaper
into a plastic tube,
velcros it tight
around his chest
his skinny arms
forced high—
his screaming begins
leave now, I’m told

forty minutes alone
on a bench in the hall,
by his wailing, his howls
that pierced the door
I shiver, tears streaming—
I didn’t keep him safe
a revelation of mothering
I need to protect him
from doctors

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

4 thoughts on “the tube

  1. Patrice H Garrett

    Amrita, your poem tore my heart out. I’m so sorry for your pain. and his. Love you, Patrice

    WordWranglingWoman Sent from my iPad



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