From Womb To Womb Poem by Dennis Lange
From Womb To Womb
My grand granddaughter sleeps a lot;
She's waking to the world
Like Rip Van Winkle must have stretched
When consciousness was swirled.
My old, old father sleeps a lot,
Retreating from the world.
I visit, finding him asleep
In chair, or in bed, curled.
And so it seems, at the extremes
Of life upon the earth,
There is a differing sameness
In exit and in birth.
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