Mommy
I lay here in the dark
Listening to the quiet
Whisper of a far away city.
I can feel the softness
Of the canyon air
Against my face.
As I gaze into the
Brightness of the stars
I wonder about life,
This life inside of me.
Is it really there?
I feel it move and
Then I know.
This fragile, unborn child
Is totally helpless
In this huge cruel world
That we live in
But it's safe
Inside of Mommy.
Mommy...
That's me.
6/16/1990
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