The Newly Born Babe 
 
	It was such an awakening!
	With a violent, painful push,
	I was thrown from my cozy world
	Into bright lights that closed my eyes.
	Into sharp noise hurting my ears.

	Oh, I wanted to go back and be curled
	Again in the warm waters that lies
	Beneath the tick tock of her heart,
	Darkly quiet with no real fears.

	And to be spanked to make me cry!
	What kind of a cruel world is this?
	I don’t think I want to be here.
	Could it be this is all there is?

	Then, loving arms enfolded me.
	A warm blanket covered me,
	And a voice I had heard before,
	All through the months, every day.

	Crooned, “At last, My own precious babe.”
	And his proud, gentle touching hands,
	Bonding the three of us in love,
	I knew they wanted me to stay.

	So, I cried as loud as I could,
	To let them know I’m theirs for good.
	I had found the ones I was made for.
	I didn’t want to go back anymore.

	Mary D. Dennis, March 17, 1990