My heart still beats within my mother's womb.
I cannot leave this place...nor do I want to.
Inside these walls, safe and silent
I live and breathe in rhythm
with her slowly rising chest.
There is only warmth and purring water
circling round my head, comforting my skin.
I hear her voice and know her sighs
and there is peace when she lies down
... we dream.
I bounce with her laughter
as she tries to paint her toes
and curl up close when she cries.
Is she lonely for my face?
I'm afraid...fearful she won't know me
on the other side.
I don't want to leave this place
but there are things I'll never see in here....
my mother's eyes
her smile...
my own face in the mirror.
Joanne Cucinello
1997
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