We’re born bloody.
Travelers from nowhere:
Infinite possibilities,
Statistical improbabilities —
Loved by “Family.”
We cry, slightly:
Orators with no skills,
Filled with emotion,
Lost in an Ocean —
Covered with eyes.
We sleep fleetingly …
Innocent, but wary,
Caught in baby dreams,
Prone to scary screams —
Unsettled by sounds.
We grow slowly:
Stumblin’-mumblin’
Day-to-day,
December-to-May —
Moving ahead.
We speak haltingly,
Coaxed by love:
“Goo-goo; ga-ga.”
“Ma-Ma; Da-Da” —
Creating smiles.
We live fully,
Dueling with life:
Waving & Saving.
Craving & Raving —
Weakened by wounds.
We die lonely,
Stuffed in a box.
Covered with dirt,
Never to hurt —
Resting, at last.
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