Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

The Day I was born

 	
The day I was born, there was a ferocious storm; the day I was born my friends and family were picnicking on the sunlit lawn. I was writhing in pain, but little did I know that there was so much to gain. I was born with teeth in my mouth and some people thought that I was the goat, the cardinal was watching over me, and the universe was embracing me. 

 I was like a tree springing up from the ground and everyone watches me grow from a single stork, spreading my branches like a mature lark, swinging from branch to branch. I blossom and bloom at midnight and noon. And at nights when it gets dark my roots absorb water from the ground and transmit it to the ventricles and arteries and send it to the fountain of my heart before the day starts. I could feel the water running against it, and my courage pulling away from it. It is the part of me that, I could not see that is pulling me closer to my destiny.

The day I was born, there was a big celebration in the ballroom, and guest came from everywhere to see the ten pound baby sitting in the golden chair with diapers on and my nanny close beside me to give a helping hand.

They could all look at me, but they weren’t allowed to touch me. I sat down in my golden chair, observing the madness and celebration on the ballroom floor. Somebody’s dream has come true but there were opposition through and through, with me sitting in the golden chair and the dignitary sitting at the dinner table. They were knocking glass and chatting with food in their mouth and occasionally echoing s shout. 

Stainless steel knife, and fork, making music on the plate celebrating my existence with their new dates. I felt like a celebrity on the throne, but I wanted to go home. What do I have to do with this? The ballroom is a part of the profit, my birth wasn’t free, it cost a million bucks for a seat and just to have a glance at me.

My diaper was soaking wet, and I had to take a deep a deep breath shortly after my nanny changed me and fed me, I bid the crowd goodbye and take my leave to the benevolent sky.
When I was born, tears ran out of my baby eyes and fell on the ground and send ripples all around .Can you feel the warmth around you and the cloud transitioning above you? Yes, it is that part you that cannot be understood.  

Men from all parts of the globe, roaming the street from cities and town, but when they hear of my birth, they throw down their weapon of war and flood the bars. The people were merry with food and drinks in the street, and it made my cousin weep. There was no more war to fight, so they celebrate all night.

 The day I was born, I exposed all the thorns, and the earth came alive and fills the universe with love and pride; the essence of life drove away the disastrous flood and usher in the language of love/I am five feet three and the moon, the sun and the stars are in harmony with me, and at las all the captives were set free.

The day I was born the universe smile and the heavens cried.

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