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Birth


First met my Mother, was so small,

Just a cell spec on her womb wall,

She fed me;

And bled me,

Through it all.

 

In an unremembered dream,

Out I came with a scream.

I was held,

A Mother son weld. On my first Mother's Day!

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Annette M Velasquez
Unique and innovative... I really like the thought behind this and the rhymes. Your use of language is very imaginative.

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