On the 5th day of April
Seventy-seven years ago,
I was born.
I took my first breath.
I had shut my eyes against the light,
And did not see anything in that darkness;
I didn’t know where I was and why.
Soon, I was crying aloud,
To clear my throat and lungs.
I was hungry,
I received a wash and a soft rubdown,
Then after a brief suckle fell asleep.
As though from faraway
I heard someone joyfully announce
I had arrived in this world of work and stress.