My Poem (Version one) written 1984
Upon conception you were my only thought,
the fertile portion of my being,
I felt you grow in the womb of my mind,
from a tiny syllable, a quick thought,
and then develop into words,
long sentences from the heart.
I longed to caress you,
Once you traversed the birth canal,
I cut the umbilical cord.
I fed you metaphors,
until you were fully weaned on rhymes,
And once you were I composed you,
my love, my word, my poem,
and sent you away into the world,
a perfect reflection of your origin.
by Vickie Bass ©