Sweet dreams.
My life.
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!
Blinding light!
I am slapped!
I scream.
Monsters cheer!

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.


About Gabrielle Burns

I am a Jamaican at play here in this vast playground in cyberspace....Yes, at times I do like to live dangerously, but I AM also working hard at becoming more interesting by the day... :)
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One Response to Birthday

  1. on birthday…THE OPENING DAY FROM 270 + THAT WAS PAST. tk u mlj lv nv

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