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