Birth Poem by kathy saltalamacchio

One evening I was swimming in my pool it was dusk and the water was warm
From the days sun. I removed my bathing suit n felt the warmth water
rush over my naked body. I closed my eyes and footed away. I was thinking this is how life begins in the wound a soft layer of water
That holds like soft hands that give you comfort and security how wonderful it felt to be back in the wound of mother, where
Our life begins, water the juice that sustains us threw life.