When exactly...

 

 When exactly

the spark lit my cave

I cannot remember

but I felt;

at first it was

deep sounds around,

while tethered, I floated

in warm sea;

then shaken,

faint sounds and light

and then there was energy,

building up from inside;

until it was time to flee,

to more light;

though fleeing, I also held on

to that something, someone warm.

Then there was cold, and a splash

and the first cries, the first fear

but the warmth came back,

held me strong;

and as it held me, I sucked on warmth…

I fell away many times

but each time anew

shapes drifting, speaking – curious, but I held on:

to that something, someone warm.

Each time the shapes came clearer

round faces, soothing tones

but they turned silence, when it came on

the voice of something, someone warm.

Soon the cave filled

with toys and laughter all around

and always, that warmth:

I gave her a name: I called her Mum.