From Birth Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

From birth,
All should begin to bloom in directions...
No one going through this,
Can make claims they knew to know...
In which direction that blooming takes.
Or how they will appear,
To show as they grow...
With an encouragement that is nourished,
And applied to steps...
Wherever those steps go as they thrive.
Thriving to succeed,
A blooming done to flourish.

And yet some make wishes wanting to get,
Images projected on others...
They would rather prefer,
Than a blooming identified they can not accept.
Perhaps its shown diversity to reflect,
Disappoints and eventually loses its effect.

Prospects of benefits begin to wither and fade.
Limited minds begin a continous whine,
Believing they have been betrayed...
By wishes wanted that have not been relayed.
They protest and reject what they perceive,
To be flaws.
Flaws that do not represent their limited wishes,
And wants at all.

A blooming that is done,
From birth is not recognized for it's purpose.
Or worth.
Nor are the benefits understood to comprehend,
Each generation brings a new direction...
To protect and follow this process of growth to accept.
And not compare to a yesterday.
A yesterday that came to have its end.

From birth,
All should begin to bloom in directions...
No one going through this,
Can make claims they knew to know...
In which direction that blooming takes.
Or how they will appear,
To show as they grow...
With an encouragement that is nourished,
And applied to steps...
Wherever those steps go as they thrive.
Thriving to succeed,
A blooming done to flourish.

But as limited visions and closed minds go,
Stunted is a growth process...
That prevents a blooming of an unknown shown.
To kill a benefit all could get.
For wishes wanted to relive a 'yesterday'.
And protesting against what is represented,
To resent the benefits and appearance...
Of its presence until its effectiveness ends,
From a birth to not comprehend,
The steps or the meaning of progress.

From birth...
There is a purpose.
There is a worth.
From birth...
There is a thirst to nurse.
Nobody gets to rehearse.
From birth...
There is a purpose.
There is a worth.
From birth...
Nobody gets to rehearse.
From birth...
There is a purpose.
There is a worth.
From birth...
There is a thirst to nurse.
Nobody gets to rehearse it first.
From birth...
There is a purpose.
There is a worth.
From birth...
Nobody gets to rehearse.
From birth...
Nobody gets to rehearse it first.
From birth...
Nobody gets to rehearse.