An Infant's Earliest Thoughts. <br /> <br />I know nought to think <br />I know nought to choose <br />I know nought of win <br />I know nought of lose. <br /> <br />The cord was quickly cut <br />my valves open and shut. <br />I felt purely alone – <br />just flesh and bone. <br /> <br />No warmth – no safety – just me. <br />What am I? – who am I? - I cannot see. <br />Instinct tells me to struggle – to survive. <br />I begin to breathe and hope to stay alive. <br /> <br />Sounds – all foreign – and so terrifying to me. <br />I understand not – my eyes beginning to see. <br />I smell Spring – I smell greyness and dankness. <br />I feel cold – I feel fear - an unknown strangeness. <br /> <br />Shapes and beings become familiar to me <br />Soon I recognize who my carer is going to be. <br />Loud voices, unhappy sounds, silences I dread, <br />- come to me - especially when I am in my bed. <br /> <br />I watch, listen to movements, from people to trees. <br />I feel the warmth of the summer night's breeze - <br />and the bite of the sharp, windy, winter's cold - <br />and still many more sensations – yet to unfold. <br /> <br />Colleen Wright. T.G. © 24.07.2006<br /><br />Colleen Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-infant-s-earliest-thoughts/
