First Intimacy Poem by Ima Ryma

Such a safe, warm place this does seem.
I drift from sleep to waking time,
Not sure of what is real or dream.
I watch myself and know that I'm
Moving about, ceiling to floor,
Giving a kick once in a while.
Being curious to explore
This place but wondering when I'll
Become too big to remain here.
It won't be long and I'll outgrow
This cozy space, for me so dear.
Wherever from here will I go?

The time has come, I need more room.
I'm ready to leave Mama's womb.