Thursday, August 22, 2013

On Not Being Asked

I wasn’t asked
Whether I would like
To be born.

I should have been.

It was that important,
Awkward, Painful.
I cried, I’m told.

No wonder.

Loud, and then louder.

If only I had known
What was to come,
But by the time it did
I had learned
To count my blessings,
To look on the bright side

Of life
That was given to me

Without asking.