Just before I rush out...!

To photograph a first born

The absence of me is distinct here
in its purposefulness. It makes
for an unusual shot. From this point
no-one need know. I, who have been
named three times for love;
I would not recognise my mother
who cradles me here before
she has seen my face.

From then it would be thirty years
before she knew it again, before
I would introduce myself
with my only chosen name;
née the replacement; née hers.