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.
