"First Look at Mom"

 

“First Look at Mom”.

I don’t remember the day I was born,
and so I’m told to think,
but sometimes in my dreams
I’m there,
the day that mother earth
gave birth to me.

I meet the part of me
that has no memory
I dream and dream
And try to see
The period of life
My non-existence
A star so high
The pleasure was
Simply divine!

I’m scared
When I think
What of sleep and the why?
And the danger of the physical
Magic attracts
Appearing in the night

I continue to sleep and sleep
And wake up
just at the right time
To meet a new day
And watch the sunshine
A being, a light
With no memory in sight

By Maria Grujicic

I was worried, I was scared inside
but I didn’t tell a soul.
I couldn’t think of a poem.
And then came Little Poet,
my light and inspiration.
It’s not so perfect
But I love my new poem
I write it spontaneously,
Just like the spark I
Feel in me

Thank you Little Poet
for inspiring a new poem
in me!

Related articles

• Poems Are In My Thoughts (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
• Writing As I Ride My Bike (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
• The Last Poem, I Promise, Until Next Time (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
• How To Find A Shooting Star (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
• A Poem, A Living Being (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
• The Ugly One (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
• A Pause And A Chance (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
• A Poem For Gala (bilingualmontessori.wordpress.com)
• “First Look at Mom” (njpoems.wordpress.com)
• Miles On Foot (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)

About these ads