The Babe In The Womb Poem by Dr John Celes

This is my home;
This is my own;
I am alone;
No one’s welcome!

It is all free
For ten months’ time;
My sweet home prime,
Where I must be!

On watery bed,
I sleep for hours;
And time does pass,
And I’m not dead!

I have no shocks;
I roll about;
I do not shout;
I get no knocks!

A home, my size;
I grow, it grows;
God is my Boss;
Things are so nice.

With door just shut,
None come inside;
With God beside,
My splendid hut!

And this is where
I must stay on,
Until I’m born,
And need some air!

All is silent;
There is no light;
Things are quite bright;
I pay no rent!

God talks to me;
Calls me by name;
Reminds my aim;
To me sweetly.
I need no food;
The Lord feeds me
A meal bloody;
And things look good.

My mother calls;
I hear her not;
To sleep, I’ve got;
There are no falls!

I am all nude;
A satin-sheet,
Covers me neat,
To keep my mood!

My eyes are closed;
I cannot see
With clarity;
But I am poised;

God loves me much;
He watches me
So tenderly,
With magic touch.

I dream of days,
Of life on earth,
After my birth,
If born, in case!

I want to see
The world God made;
I wish to wade
In earthly sea!

I wish to feel
The sun’s great heat,
And place my feet
Like gliding eel.

All seems so well;
Will I be born?
Will I be torn
Apart, like hell?


I have a life
Like everyone;
I want some fun,
Despite some strife!

I hear of laws
Preventing birth,
On recent earth,
Where man is boss!

Could they kill me?
I am afraid;
I am God-made
To live freely!

Don’t make the womb,
A slaughter-house;
I bear no grouse;
Don’t build my tomb!

Have mercy, God!
I wanna live;
My love, I’ll give;
Spare me from rod.

Have pity, mum!
Don’t you love me?
I love to see
You, dad at home!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-25-2009