A Child Is Born

A CHILD IS BORN Who am I, why am I here ? I felt myself being squeezed And then I was being pushed Towards a bright shining light I came out of the water And cried out, I was cold I see objects moving And hear people’s voices Suddenly I hear a voice I think I heard before That feels good in all this strangeness But why does it make me anxious? Then I recall those adrenalin moments When that voice was angry and aggressive It was then I felt the racing of my heart And a nervousness in my stomach. But then someone cuddled me close And loving eyes look into mine She kisses my forehead And then strokes my cheek That familiar voice again, loving and sweet Soothes me as I search for something to eat She puts me to her breast, this is heaven sent This must be my mother, I feel so content. This poem was written to make parents aware that the foetus hears and is sensitive to moods and emotions of the mother from 4 months of gestation. Winsome Miller-Rowe