Friday, September 23, 2011


I made three people.
My babies.
Soft giggling butterflies in my belly.
Then hiccupping kicks and stretching rolls.
Moaning and sighing and laughing.
Another dimension of vibration as each entered this world.
And they never left me.
On me. Attached to me. Nursing and sleeping and gazing.
We didn’t care about anything else.
They were never cut. They were fed as soon as they were hungry. They were not left alone in the dark.
I made these choices. I made these three people.
These three are perfect to me.
Now that they are grown, I see their fight, their courage, their gentleness. I watch their actions, listen to their words, feel their music.
I have changed the world by making them.
When I feel despondent. Melancholy. Obsolete.
I take a moment and remember.
I made three people.
I am satisfied.

©Conni Cartlidge, 2011