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The Day I Was Born


The Day I Was Born

The day I was born,
I will never forget it.
(Although they all say that I have.)
I looked around
without making a sound,
then I screamed that I wanted a bath.

But the doctors just nodded,
ignoring my pleas,
like they didn't understand what I said.
So I screamed even louder
till they gave me some powder
and tucked me away in my bed.

The day I was born,
I will always remember
as clear as a crystal sea.
For that was the day
all my fears went away
and I started the process of me.

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!