Hushed By a Voice
Filling my lungs with my first breath
starts my cycle of life and death.
And startled by life's rakish sounds,
my beating heart rapidly pounds.
A cool breeze imbues such pleasure
it's impossible to measure.
And yet, my gaze goes unbroken,
my astonishment unspoken.
A plethora of sounds abound
within this world that I just found.
And upon opening my eyes,
anxiety fuels my cries.
I am hushed by a voice I know,
and tears slow to an ebbing flow.
I heard it from within the womb
as I squirmed and kicked to make room.
The voice of my mother-to-be
oft sang a lullaby to me.
So I close my droopy eyes tight,
yawn, and chase sleep into the night.
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