As we're born
we all lose something
of the ones we were.
Somewhere there's a picture of me
before I was born. My face
in shadows and yet
it seems to beam back
at you. Hands resting
on my belly. I can see you
thinking: "SO BIG!!
Must be a boy in there".
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 1:29 AM UTC
As we're born
we all lose something
of the ones we were.
Somewhere there's a picture of me
before I was born. My face
in shadows and yet
it seems to beam back
at you. Hands resting
on my belly. I can see you
thinking: "SO BIG!!
Must be a boy in there".