A Soft White Quilt

When I were a child, Opened my eyes first time, I saw a smiling face, That was hiding sprinkles. I felt soft and warm hands, They cuddled me into the Air, I were shocked when my vision, Sparkled through the light, I saw hide shadows, They moved, When two eyes jumped over me. I enjoyed toxicant smell, That was travelling through my nerves, And bounced with my heart beat, When someone touched my cheeks with cold hands. My body thrived, I saw anger in someone’s eyes. I were frightened, And screamed, My piss marked soft white quilt.