A New Borns Point Of View Poem by Kaila George

Damn its Dark in here…
Then suddenly a rushing white light
I splutter and breath…and think oh my gosh
Were the heck am I

Looking around I see all these people
Going…Coochy Coochy cooo
What the heck does that mean?
Talk to me in English…shakes my tiny little fists
Are you listening to me….all I hear is goo…goo..gah
Then opens my eyes to the strangest of sights
As people gather to wave at me
And run their stupid fingers
Through their lips…OH MY GOSH
Talk to me…shakes my tiny little fists…once again

Then I see my mum…her smile so soft
Her voice so sweet like music to my ears
As she softly says welcome to the world my son
I’m your mum and this is your dad

Then she looks oddly at the group
Of people making those odd little noise
And faces as they gathered around to see me
I open my eyes once again
And this lot…she smiles with so much love and affection
Is your family…welcome little one?

Then my dad with his strong big hands
Holds on to my own…I can barely wrap
My fingers around his huge thumbs
As I look on in wonder…so you’re my dad
Then I gurgle a sound…what I thought was hello
Next thing you know everyone goes…awww

And they insist to make those annoying sounds
And faces that just make me cry out….
Can you hear me….can you understand…
Cut that out…I’m not a little kid you know

The parents look on with love and joy
At the new born child that is now part
Of their world…then with a hug and a kiss
They put me to bed…sigh…parents are the best
As I drift off to sleep to never never land

©Kaila George 2013