My Birthday. Poem by Justice JiteEda

Sometimes I wish I was born,
born on a thursday.
But I knew I was on a worse day.
Never mind my judgement, I'm born
already.

On a very fair october day,
I stole my very first breathe,
Felt the first kiss of the sun
on my crying face.

Joy, gladness mixed up with some grief
filled the air.

I felt eyes around fixed on me
The eyes of everyone investigated me.
I saw mouths move and hands make
friends.
I could only wonder why everything
was centered around me.

The most loving woman in the world
held me up in the craddle of her arms.
She looked straight in my eyes.
I wondered how she knew I was
empty.
She gave me a drink of her fountain.
Oh! It felt so refreshing and filling.
I began to fall in love with her.

In time, a man to whom I felt a connection to walked in.
He smiled at me in his arms.
By instinct I smiled back.

Time grew,
And I guess I grew along too.
I was loved, cared for and looked after.
I had to have some like me around,
though I have to admit, I got jealous.

Years are born and gone.
I lived quiet some time,
but this versary
Begun with quiet a glee.
I woke up beside a presumed pure
heart!
Happy birthday to me!