My Very Being
They placed your warm body in my hands
You, my very being lay naked in my arms.
Your skin all pink and wrinkly as the aged
But soft and melting to my touch.
Wailing as though not yet ready to come out
To take up another journey in a new world.
Then two little eyes blinked at me,
To ask who this strange creature was.
The warmth and scent of my body
Must have been too familiar to him,
But the face was of a stranger's.
Then he was taken away from me
His initial moment of parting.
I remember closing my eyes and
Passing through a journey of long slumber.
Susan Thomas, born in India, now resides in the USA with her husband and young son. She blogs here.
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