I was sitting unnoticed in the corner of the birth room watching my mother giving birth
It was on a Sunday afternoon in late August
At 5:20 to be exact
I came out crying as I had already witnessed all the sins of the world
That is the fate of poets
Many years later in a city of beauty I was sitting under a small lemon tree
Sharing my birthday with all those I loved
It was supremely happy occasion
But I knew that these days would would not last
A month or so later I found myself in the birthing room once more
it was derelict and empty with ivy creeping up the dour and damp walls
My mother was was no longer there
Later that day I buried her in the pouring rain
I will be happy again I am sure of that fact
There is too much love around me I feel it in every breath
Every beat of of my heart tells me truth that I cannot see
But for now I will sit quietly in the corner of that wretched room