-1
I wasn’t the first
There was the girl who came before me
Whose three names I inherited

One
I arrived in winter, premature
And terrifying in my tininess
I slept in a sock drawer

Two
My brother arrived in a new year
A mop of unruly fair hair
Thrice named for grandfathers and dad

Three
Another brother appeared
When I was aged just three
Thrice named for father’s uncles

Four
A sister arrives after an emergency
Mum collapsed carrying child to bed
Thrice named for books, movie star and Gran

Five
Baby arrives a year and a day later
Small but strong, she grows apace
Twice named for a dream and a cousin

-6 + -7
They lifted the Mary Rose
our price was paid by two infant brothers
Who never came home. Nameless