I am born:>From darkness and warmth I am forced out into bright lights and hazy, distorted visions.
Unfamiliar sounds accost my ears, strange voices and loud shriekings reverberate thru my head.
The cold clutches at me with icy fingers as I am tossed about like a ship at sea during a storm.
Alien objects are brought to bear against me, poking, prodding, bringing pain and unpleasant sensations.
Finally, I begin to feel warmth wrap around me like an old friend long lost, and I am
settled with sounds I am used to hearing…..a heartbeat….breathing….a soothing voice I am acquainted with….
It is here that..My life:
Begins..
Memories of tumbles and spills bringing tears quickly to my eyes, soon forgotten with the ignorance of
youth.
Forgotten in the dim light of the past.
The joy and approval of those I wish to prove myself to, hearing love and encouragement as I grow.
The most cherished of memories, but fading as life takes on new meaning.
The battles of sibling rivalry as we compete for position, striving to be the best in a race
that has no meaning to any but ourselves.
Enduring pain and punishment at lessons learned, learning to hate, remembering love,
forgetting to hate and learning new love.
Growing older, growing closer. Finding new friends and new loves.
New competition as we leave the sanctuary of home, still learning, still coming back for lessons taught by
the one’s who began it all.
New lesson’s learned as I begin my own family, never knowing enough, but always striving for more.
Watching as they grow, relearning all that I have been taught, reliving thru the youth of my children all that
I had forgotten.
It is during this time that all the lessons of my childhood stay with me to pass on to my own children,
helping them as my parents helped me.
The years move onward and as I move forward in life, I feel..My death:
Approaching..
Memories of yesterday are harder to recall now, but the one’s from my childhood stand in plain view
before me, and I smile, knowing that those were the days of blissful happiness.
Remembered in my youth, my childrens youth, and now in my old age.
I feel a familiar darkness approach from the distance of time.
An old friend, one I have not seen in many years, and I wonder if the warmth I had felt then will
accompany the darkness as well.
Will the sounds that started my life be there?
Closing my eyes I embrace the end like an old lover, welcoming you home, while all around me, new
sounds that I had grown accustomed to fill me with joy.
I slip slowly into the comfort of my end….smiling….my chapter is ended, but the story continues with new birth….and so shall i.
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