In that dream where we once met,
Before your birth and mind.
Hand in hand we swam along
In saline ecstasy.
Our delicate communings
Were without a spoken tongue.
I wished these mere womb-like fluttering to last forever.
Comfortable with one another
In this speechless speech
Drawn close by a common cord.
As soon as you began to cry
You served the chord and struck my heart,
Don’t wonder who’ll remember.
I’ll tell you who will be remembered
Those who want to be.
Those parents, grandparents, great grand-parents
Whose faces peek out from sepia inked photos with your eyes
At you as sister, mother, cousin, aunt, grand-mother
And your’s will be the mid-wife’s tale that begins
(“Once upon a time”…)