I woke cold
Morning sing to me
Hitting the notes of late dawn
I was that infant again motionless
Seeing out of my bright newborn eyes
Felt the sensation of a determined smile
Spreading across the equator of my chubby face
Matin poking in
Lifted my heavy eyelids
Curtain not pulled across window
What's this my throat makes a gurgle
A weird automatic chest vibrating rattle
Upward surging some form of miracle -a giggle
Light's so creamy here
My eyes adjusting to the shapes
What a dream to be alive in my tiny body
The blankets so warm against my new fresh skin
Existence feels like constant excitement sugar and silk
One question consumes me, where is my milk?
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