That gift, so full of wonder, takes 9 months to form, a few hours to appear and a lifetime to influence other such wonders. I ponder: Will you be righteous or evil or uncertain of a difference or indifferent. Your eyes glisten, your lips are now turning red, you start to speak and exclaim cries in a universal dialect I'm not familiar with. Do you know who you are yet? or where you belong? Who will tell you? Would you know lies from truth? I fear you may get in with the wrong crowds. You now kick against the nurse who just pulled you out of your swamp, and you still reek of meconium. I turn my face away as lunch time is drawing near. Some cleansing and baby powder does the trick. You now look beautiful, your nasty bits are covered, your eyes like black buttons, your smile radiates warmth and joy, your demeanor so simple, annoying at times, but you couldn't be more graceful. I let you be in that warm nest of yours, and bid you farewell, for we may meet again in a different age and place, under better circumstances, when you are not still blushing for having been spotted naked by the team, and I'm still happy to remind you.
- L. Nazareth (August 2014)
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