Food and warmth and my mother’s voice.
Encouragement and complex sound.
Music, a heartbeat.
Talks about her philosophy.
All in the comfortable distance.
I am safe, protected, happy.
My mother’s voice.
I cling to her but she pushes me away
into arms that grasp!
I am slapped!
This, you say, is a gift?
If you knew then what you know now, would you have chosen to be born? A poem about a baby contemplating life on the occasion of its birth; its birthday.