The Edge Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Edge

My birth was the edge of in then out.
I lay in my womb and then popped out.
The edge of the razor hurt a lot.
I couldn't by me figure that one out.

I paid you a pretty penny,
But you were already a millionare.
This was the edge of my money.
This was not the land of milk and honey.

I think we live on the edge,
Of life and death.
How querulous can you get,
Discussing that?

But the edge of love,
Is the place to be.
How lovely a place,
That is for me.