BECKY

I am being poisoned.

People whom I don't even know,
Conspire to kill me!
As I float in this empty darkness,
Frail,
Blind to the world,
Helpless.

In my anger and frustration I kick out.
But I'm trapped.

There are toxins which are being absorbed by my
Body,
Nicotine.
They slowly inhibit my ability to think clearly.
Alcohol.
For solace I suck my thumb.

I have seen beyond sight.
We are as one; I am part of her soul.
I know her fears,
And I have the answers.
But they do not listen.

I have talked with dolphins.
I've surfed without a net.
In my anger I lash out again.

The voice floats downwards,
From out of the darkness,
from the other side of the Universe.
What are you hoping for?

It doesn't matter
As long as it's healthy.
Replies my soul mate
My mother.

©Copyright October 2001 by Jim Love

Author’s Note: I have bonded very well with both of my children. Becky was the first and I got to hold her straight after the birth... eye contact and all that - deep stuff.