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Full Term '98'

"As You Grew, So Did I"

By KARINNA HEDRICKPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

Karinna Hedrick-06/07/1998

FULL TERM

May twenty –seventh of ninety eight

When I was just a seed,

Mommy had no clue of me

Nor did she ever plead.

The first month of my life

I had no hope in me,

That mommy would give me up

Or somehow get rid of me.

But just the thought of listening

To what she had to say,

Made me feel so special

And brighten up my day.

I’m two months old now

Somehow still the same.

Waiting patiently for mommy

To say her favorite baby’s name.

I never really thought

That this life could be,

A life that mommy dreamed

Of finally loving me.

Three-months now

Still a living soul,

And I wonder what it would be like

When I’m four months old

Will mommy still love me?

Will mommy still care?

Will mommy get rid of me?

And pretend I wasn’t there?

Not in mommy’s eyes

Will she ever sin?

To kill her only child

And get rid of me again.

I’m four months old now

Still trying to strive,

Happy that my mommy kept

Her only child alive.

What a hopeful life

This could really be,

Full of hopes dreams and happiness

Lots of things for me to see.

Now I’m five months old

And really happy to say,

I have such a caring mommy and,

It’s such a beautiful day.

I feel like I can do almost anything

Swim almost anywhere,

But I have yet again to realize

I’m still not totally there.

Six-months has come

I’m getting closer and closer to home,

I never been put away

Nor have I been left alone.

I’m glad I have a mommy

To understand how I feel,

To work out all her problems

That may not seem so real.

Four weeks later in my term

I’m now seven months old,

I feel so much alive

And worth a million dollars of gold.

I can for once in my life

Be free as a bee,

And explore the life

I always wanted to see.

Eight-months old now

My life still goes on,

And I still never imagined

That things still could go wrong.

I never lived a life

Where I could be so free,

And I never experienced growing up

Knowing of my mommy.

I would give anything for mommy

Even my last breath,

Nothing will keep me from her

Neither life nor death.

“I’m nine months now”

And I never thought I’d earn,

The reward of being born to life

“For one full term”

surreal poetry

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