Day Of My Birth...

a poem by Myrna Martin, USA

On the day of my birth....
I struggled to live...
4 pounds 11 ounces...
A month early, no good...
The Doc told my Mother,
"Your baby is dying."
They wouldn't let her hold me...
My Mother, she was crying...
Her friend came in...
She would have none of that...
Got a Priest to give last rites...
And the Prayer must have worked...
my heart beat fluttered, my lungs....
Started to work....
This exit was not my time...
God had a different plan...
He blessed me with my Mother...
And, as she held me close to her...
Her love kept me going...Her
prayers worked....This lil child...
This feisty one...Fought to live...
This Battle, I won....



1973
@2016 Myrna Martin

You Only Have One Mother
My Mother...
My Mother, My All...

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