From the Eyes of My Baby
An exploration into the mystery of birth, inspired by my baby daughter and her beautiful aura
When I first said hello world,
I knew the depths of inside
Felt like safety and became unfurled,
Bringing the end to a soft cocoon ride.
All I could see was a soft fuzzy orb
But from the little that I could absorb,
The new earth felt abysmally cold
And my snug cocoon-home snuck away.
A large feathery plume, I would say,
Swept me under its wing.
I slowly realised that I am the new mold
Of this largely ethereal thing!
That’s as much as I know;
I am only so old
That before I can grow
And my full story unfolds,
I can only see through little eyes
And hear through a delicate ear.
Amidst the alarming noise –
Not understanding what it implies –
A familiar sound I can hear
Emitted by something with a comforting poise,
And to which I wish to adhere,
A satisfying solace that’s safe, warm and near.
This great something that I felt had only been known
To me as a sign,
Had been my whole world as I had grown
And my single most comfort when all was shown.
I’m just so glad that she’s mine.
About the Creator
Andromeda is a mother, song writer and an aspiring psychologist. Her main interests include the perplexity of the human psyche and the amelioriation of the "human condition".
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