Hushed By a Voice
Filling my lungs with my first breath
starts the cycle of birth and death.
And startled by life's rakish sounds,
my beating heart rapidly pounds.
A cool breeze evokes such pleasure
it's impossible to measure.
And yet, my gaze goes unbroken;
my astonishment unspoken.
Feelings and sensations abound
within the world that I've just found.
And upon opening my eyes,
anxiety fuels my cries.
Hushed by the sweetest sound I know,
my tears slow to a trickling flow.
For I'd heard that voice in the womb,
chiding me as I kicked for room.
The voice of my mother, to me,
is a source of comfort, you see.
So, I close my droopy lids tight,
yawn, and chase sleep into the night.
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