Birth Year

Afore Emery came to be

I was another. Born with a brother

A brother who died afore I was born

Afore the mother was yet worn

I was wrought with grief

But still a babe

Still within the womb

Living in a tomb

Birthed traumatically

Sucked out emphatically

By medicos in a white-walled room

Determinately out of the enclosed tomb

I wailed my first cry

And was alimented by and by

The mother was puerile

The father had hands so wrung

I was taken to my outward abode

Placed in a wooden cradle so bowed

Upon the night amidst the stars the father would rock

And I would slumber until placed back in the cot