I wonder what was it like
When I was born
Did I cry right away
Or was I compelled?

Did I know what had happened
Was I frightened to be out
Of the only world I’d known
Did I even know where I was?

The answers I don’t know
No one left to tell
Gone are the memories
I may have once held.

The business of new life
Took over and I cried
Sad to be leaving
The soft, warm womb
Where my mother kept me
Safe and alive.

I may not remember
No one left to tell
But I know I was born and
With love I was held.
~Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014