I was noth'
but a slippery
watery sperm
How it came to be
I know not
days turned weeks
weeks into months
nine months she said
I rushed out
like chased from beyond
though slippery
little me had no idea
of what I was to be
all I knew was I had to be
alas, I am here
time and time again
I sit in total blank state
wondering how He ever saw me
what He wanted with me
what captivates Him
about little messy me
as time unfolds
rising and falling
still held dear by Him
the one who loved and always cared
here I lay
all grown and aged
still leaning on Him
for He alone knows
that which I know not
and sees what I see not
though I err
divinely He forgives
lovingly pats my back
smiles at my saddened look
and swore to help me walk
like the tiny baby I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem