Born~ by Roony

Breathing, crying; languid – lying;
Smell and sense content and sighing;
Feeling feeding comfort needing;
Sounds I hear, and hearing heeding;
Seeing figures of different hue,
I know my calling brings them through.

Shadows coming clearer now,
In my cot above my brow.
Faces peering in at me,
Give me time to learn to see,
Shadows fading, pigment clearer
than mere shading.
More relaxed now, crying less,
doubt is faded, one with stress.

I know now, no need to guess.

 ©Roony 2012

 

 
 

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Roony-Ann Tuckwood Crampton She started writing short stories and poems from a very early age. “Writing was a spiritual outlet for her.

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