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WHEN I FIRST DISOBEYED Born premature, I had fought to survive Mothers warm, loving arms kept me alive She held me close all through the night Against her warm body, in blankets tight Mother instinctively knew just what to do Her arms would be my incubator, she knew As warm as toast I awoke that morning The crisis past, my first day was dawning When I am depressed and needing a lift I think back, to that very special gift Mother gave me the first day I didn't mind And came out at seven months instead of nine Now, curling in an embryonic position Closing my eyes, set on transition I drift back to my time in the womb My imagination will make the room Searching for those two months I lost Wondering if there was any great cost For not staying put where I should be And if, in later life, it had affected me Was I shy because of my early entrance Into a world often filled with indifference Where it's hard for gentle souls to survive Sometimes feeling so much pain inside Had I secretly felt guilt all of my life For causing Mother so much pain and strife Was I punishing myself, feeling scorn For being defiantly eager to be born I'll never know all this for sure And I should stop trying to explore For answers as to why I survived And thank God and Mother that I am alive © 5-28-2000 by Donna Saulsman Friedrichs |
Additional Notes:
This is the true story of my birth ON 3-14-1940
My family lived on a farm at the time and I was born at home. They had a wood or coal burning cook stove.
The doctor had told my Mother to light the oven,
open the oven door, wrap me in blankets and
lay me on the door to keep me warm all night so I would survive.
My Mother, using her Motherly instincts to hold her baby close and warm where she would be best off did just that. She held me close in her arms in bed with her all night to keep me warm. Family members were surprised when I woke up pink and rosy the next morning in my Mothers arms but, Mother was NOT SURPRISED! ! ! :0}}}}}}}}}}
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