When I Was Born…


I was born on a humid day in June,

my new eyes danced a hopeful tune,

the wordless song, of a baby’s croon.

At first glance, how my mother swooned,

filled with the joy of life’s loving spoon.

The world seemed to pause at my arrival,

so dependent on others for my survival.

With eyes wide open, I looked all around,

at this new place, I had somehow found.

This woman who stared, with eyes that adored,

I felt all the love her heart eagerly poured.

How I wished I could tell her, that I loved her too,

with the innocent sound of my infant ‘coo’.

She seemed unsure about what to do,

but her loving expression said, “how I love you”.

How happy was I, in my world anew!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

***This poem was inspired by a ‘prompt’ I received in a class I’m taking on Saturday mornings. We were asked to describe the day we were born through our own eyes. This is what I came up with….hope you enjoy it!

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