...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...
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