A Tiny Life so Real

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