Linda Smith Poet I do not know?

The Beginning

Floating in a liquid pool,
I hear her mumbled voice,
It has been with me since the beginning.
Such a comforting sound.

I am tethered to my little world,
warm and cozy as it slowly shrinks.

I feel the tension, slowly I move,
excruciating headache.
I inch slowly down with each suffocating step.

I hear the strange voices
her's is not aloud.

The pain increases,
I suddenly am blinded by a scorching light,
bright indistinguishable patterns appear.,

A bone chilling breeze on my wet skin,
threatens my core.
I shiver and shake,
I cough, expelling my own.

I inhale the first breath,
It sears my lungs and closes doors.

I am no longer connected.
I then hear her voice once again.
It comforts and soothes me.
I feel her touch on my cheek.

She places me at her breast.
As I suckle, I see the face that matches the voice.
I know that I am loved.

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