birth day 4/18

Birth day. Day of birth. The

day we pop out of our 

mothers’ vaginas. We squall.

We protest. We beg for 

return. For none of us ever dream

of leaving the womb. We miss

its warm liquid darkness We

long for its steady beating heart. 

Most of us feel the immediate embrace of 

loving arms. Steadfast. Comforting. And 

kisses. Millions of them planted in upon

our tiny soft heads. 

But some of us pop out and we wait 

to hear a beating heart. And we wait 

for loving arms. And kisses. For us that
is our normal. Because we don't know. 

Later, we wonder what happened. 

©Karen Casady2018