If I could go anywhere, be at any time, oh what grand a trip it would be.
It might be a place that I have never been, or maybe one in back or in front of me.
As I ponder my choice, my thoughts soon clear on the details of my plan.
I’m going back to my Mother’s womb, that special place where my “hair first began.”
It must have felt pure, warm, and protected, engulfed in her amniotic.
Heartbeats together, never straying apart, how magical and hypnotic.
But I wouldn’t know, cause my memories won’t show, locked deep in many lost thoughts.
Yes, I’m going back to that special place “where my hair first began.”
While I was there, what was hers, she made mine, thus blessing me with all my time.
There, I grew safe while crowding her space, snuggled safely against her spine.
The beginning of my path to where I’m now at, “Yes,” I’m going back to the start of my act,
That special place where my “hair first began.”
Leslie R Hennick copyright 6/2017 words and image
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