A poem about my first day of life |
| I imagine myself born as perfect as a lily, Small and wrinkly, pink and soft like a new doll. Wrapped in new, wet skin, soft like the petals of a rose. Eyes half closed, tired and unsure of the bright light that surrounds me. My lips smacking and anticipating my first taste of hunger. Legs and arms kicking the air As I discover I can make the loudest noise known to man!-- I cry!!!!!! All of the sudden a warmth consumes me...to comfort me. I recognize the scent...I am being held by my mother. Now ALL is perfect in my world!!!!! |