Squealing and squirming, not having the least knowledge of what was happening, or what was going on around him, he was pushed out of his Mother's loins.
He Cried, and he shook, and he had his ambilocal cord cut.
Used to the comfort of his Mother's Womb, he had never felt cold and wet before. He had always felt wet, that was certain, but having the wetness evaporate off him, taking the heat with it, left him feeling so very, very cold.
And he knew he was somewhere else, somewhere he did not didn't know he wanted to be.
But they took him up, and they wiped him off, and wrapped him up in a towel, and handed him to his Mother.
And she held him.
And he knew he was loved.
She would always love him, and he would always love her, at least that is what it felt like right then.
But only time would tell, what travesties to befall them,
What ravages to bring them apart.
But this Sweet Moment,
This Moment of Birth,
It was Perfect Start.
Squealing and squirming, not having the least knowledge of what was happening, or what was going on around him, he was pushed out of his Mother's loins.
He Cried, and he shook, and he had his ambilocal cord cut.
Used to the comfort of his Mother's Womb, he had never felt cold and wet before. He had always felt wet, that was certain, but having the wetness evaporate off him, taking the heat with it, left him feeling so very, very cold.
And he knew he was somewhere else, somewhere he did not didn't know he wanted to be.
But they took him up, and they wiped him off, and wrapped him up in a towel, and handed him to his Mother.
And she held him.
And he knew he was loved.
She would always love him, and he would always love her, at least that is what it felt like right then.
But only time would tell, what travesties to befall them,
What ravages to bring them apart.
But this Sweet Moment,
This Moment of Birth,
It was Perfect Start.
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