On the eleventh day of May A cry echoed the halls Of Mercy Hospital Two cries, really Mom’s, because it was finally over Mine, because it had just begun I left the safe darkness of the womb For the sterile darkness of the world Its cold shot through my tiny frame
May Poem
May Poem
May Poem
On the eleventh day of May A cry echoed the halls Of Mercy Hospital Two cries, really Mom’s, because it was finally over Mine, because it had just begun I left the safe darkness of the womb For the sterile darkness of the world Its cold shot through my tiny frame