My life began, as I remember now.
It seems that my being was somewhere reaching
to attach myself to my mothers’s womb.
Something very loving surrounded me
my father had nourished my tiny self; I began to grow.
What’s that I feel,
it was my little heart pumping blood throughout my body.
It didn’t take long for my little fingers to start moving
I could make a little fist reaching out as if to say I am real.
I’m a person!
As time moved on I could hear voices
Some were kind, most were not
O how I wanted to call out
and tell them their words hurt me
The sense of entering an unknown world
became real as I was almost nine months
Somehow the movement from here to there
brought tears because my mother didn’t want me
Then light pervaded the feeling around me
Am I going to become complete today
What is that O so much pain
something sharp has ended my life
My mother, my father, where are you now
O why did you kill me
I looked like you and had your blood
now your blood has drained away
Father forgive them!
Ralph B. Hathaway, January 2020