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Renee Robbins Poem
Nascent Eyes
Lost memories of the 80's annoy me
recollections for memoirs are long gone
My tangible sensitivity has decreased
but the emotional kind goes on and on
My senses are faint, weakened by
too many dinners, champagne and new loves
There is no such thing as a superficial centenarian
It's all about the pulse
good rhythm, good blood flow
It's different now, profound and simple
one small rounded fresh face looking up
with nascent, hazel eyes
Copyright © Renee Robbins | Year Posted 2015
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Renee Robbins Poem
You loved me in your womb
I was company to you, right there with you
immersed in your toxic chemicals
engaged in your highs and lows
I felt your stress these past 7 months
my brain is so distorted
sometimes I don’t know the difference
between amniotic fluid and nicotine
I think you inhale one and smoke the other
It’s 2 am and I hear the baby birth bell
It’s calling me, but I am not ready
I don’t think I have enough testosterone
to save myself in turbulent times
The carelessness of your birth canal makes me anxious
it expands and contracts with no direction or purpose
like I am on a roller coaster
going too fast and
I am just hanging on
to a life in the fast lane
The doctor says I am a survivor
The nurses admire my broad shoulders
Aunt Kate says she will look after me
because I remind her of you
Copyright © Renee Robbins | Year Posted 2015
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