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Book 35 Page 29

Mother, it’s time to leave

Mother! before long I must,

‘leave to arrive.’

Nine months in this womb

and soon to ‘be alive.’

My arms / my legs are formed,

my heart is beating strong.

I’m giving you this warning mother,

I’m not ganna be very long.

What’s its like out there?

out in the cold cold air.

I hope it’s as comfortable as it is in here, /

peaceful without a care.

I’m sure when I’m born I’m ganna miss this place,

nine months secure and warm.

But all good things must come to an end,

when I leave to venture life’s storm.

O mother, what was that serge of hormones!?

Was that you, or was that me!?

And why are you breathing so fast,

(gee that’s unusual!)

and counting repetitively.

O my god! I think I’m ganna be born!

my water just broke!

I’m coming,

I’m coming!

it’s time!

See you in a short while

in the wide open world outside.

Goodbye Mum!

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au Feb 26 2002