“I was pregnant at seventeen. My daughter was three months premature. She was only two pounds ten ounces. I sang this to her in her incubator. I lived at the hospital with her.
I was all on my own. Communication with my own mother wasn’t the best. I felt really guilty. I was young. I hadn’t had the best nutrition. I blamed myself. I didn’t want her to die. I wanted to say sorry.
My daughter’s eighteen now. I play this on vinyl and she loves it. I haven’t told her the story. Maybe I will when she has her own kids. My kids don’t see my emotions.”
Photo: Fulwell, Sunderland