The Seed
Just like a seed in the ground
I have no eyes to see around.
In this dark and wonderful place
I must wait for the light to face.
I am new life and I’m here to grow,
protected from the winds and snow.
In a short time my change has begun,
a milky substance I’ve now become.
My next change is to the blood of man,
and then to flesh as fast as I can.
A structure of bone is also taking place,
with organs, limbs, head and face.
I’m all curled up in my mother’s womb,
I’ve no memories, but I will have soon.
I’m secure and warm, and being fed,
but cannot talk, so nothing is said.
My body is growing and I’m stretching out,
a kick will tell mummy I’m moving about.
I’m getting too big for this confined space,
but it won’t belong before I show my face.
The light of day I’ll soon be pleased to see
and the realities of life will then face me,
but until that time I will listen and grow,
and look forward to when I cry out ‘hello’!
poem by Orlando Belo
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