Aborted Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

...I was formed
Within this perfect space.

I yawned.

Opened my eyes
Felt safe and warm.

Counting and counting
My days to be born.

I turned my head
Could feel my heart
Could feel my legs.

Could see my fingers
through this watery bed
I hiccuped and smiled
I was being fed.

Milk?

Yes!

Milk!
I love milk
I think mummy loves me
I wonder what she will
look like to me?

Has she got eyes
as big as mine?

Does her hair
go down her spine?

Will she love me
As I already loved her?

But will she die for me
As I have for her...