9 months inside
It was rough , he spoke of
Consuming things that he didn’t want
No choice as food is scarce
He speaks of constantly kicking to be free
Nothing wouldn’t set him, until
That faithful day…
A rush of the place of he is in starts to empty
A light rushes in and he sees a man with a covered face
He’s let free, he screams about…
He’s one day old!
His eyes widen about the room
Scanning the objects and wonders
His mother looks at him and says…
Its time to live
Its time to love
Prepare for many laughs
He smiles and cuddles
As time passes he grows and experiences many things
But never forgets…
The 9 months.
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