The last remaining photograph of Petee
Cookie
Part One: Surviving Petee
Cookie’s baby son Petee died tragically, suddenly and without explanation. Weeks later the police knock on the door, and her life is turned upside down.
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Produced and edited by Lizzie Norton, May Robson and Naima Sakande.
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Our thanks to Jake Tyler who created our logo.
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Cookie’s Poetry
PETER
A hunk of meat in a freezer
Reddened by the cutting.
That is how they see my son.
Theirs to dissect and decimate.
Examine and explore.
They do not see what I see,
In this, his time of sleep.
The stillness of his angelic, sleeping face.
The remembered glow of his laughing smile.
His tiny fingers grasping. Reaching for his bottle.
His father.
Love.
They see a numbered hunk of meat
Where I, alone, see my son.
DEAD LIFE
my mind tells me he’s dead
cold and detached
no longer of this world
that his being has transcended
to a higher place
to float around me
in the air that I breathe
In the cold reality of death
the isolation of insanity.
but my heart says different
he cannot be gone-
gone-with a chance of return?
lost-with the possibility of found?
two separate entities
there is no place where death and life combine
two different continents
drifting like islands
in an emotional sea
only I can be the eternal whirlpool
the bridge across the great divide
between detached longing
cold heat-
insanity and reality-
and so it is
I bridge that great divide