Life’s Beginnings...

I’m borne, nourished by my mother
then cut loose into a cold world,
eyes closed, gasping for air. But,
I know where I must go, I know
where to find the essence of survival,
mothers milk. She stores It within herself
knowing that soon I would appear to draw it down.
Her fullness causes pain and garment change.
She has two founts of sustenance to make sure
that nutrition will make me strong.
Mothers carry these potentially life giving gifts
In pairs to ensure to assure survival of new arrivals.
The gift of motherhood is life and the gift from
birth is attachment to life’s beginnings.