to rest in darkness
inside our mother
waiting to be born?
What was it like
to emerge in to
the light of the world
for the first time
seeing?
What was it like
to see our mother's face
that first time
having known her
all along?
What was it like
to hear our name
spoken for the first time?
Was there a name we bore
before this
long forgotten now?
And what will it be like
to be borne finally
out of this world
and in to
perhaps another?
What will we see
that we cannot yet imagine?
What could be as beautiful
as the surprise of light
that greeted us
when all we had known was darkness?
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