ELLIE,"THE POET IN ME"
BECAUSE I WAS BORN
I opened my eyes, and what I saw;
was a face looking at me with
wonder. Sure I did not know where
I was, how I got there or how
to talk, or do anything else
for that matter.
So, I cried and cried and cried.
Next thing; I felt two big hands
grabbing me and hugging me tight
on her chest until I felt comfortable
again surrounded by those big,
soft, strong hands; full of love.
That is how my life started in
When I cried, the hands grabbed
me and the whole scenario will
start over again.
Sometimes; I cried because I was
wet or even worse, and sometimes
I cried because I wanted to eat,
but always there were those soft
hands, ready to make me feel good.
Gradually, I started seeing shadows
that turned into shapes of things,
and what they call human faces.
First it was the face the hands
belong to, then there was another
face with bigger and stronger hands,
then there were things dangling
over my crib making noise, that I
enjoy listening to.
Then, the shadows were getting
clearer and clearer, until I started
to recognize one shape from another.
Then, there were noises coming out
of the shapes that the hands belonged
to. First nothing made any sense. But,
as I was listening to these sounds
day in and day out, I started to
understand, that all were addressed
to me. One sound for this and another
sound for something else.
My life continued like that for a
couple of days. With the hands
picking me up for one reason or another,
and sometimes for no reason at all.
But, just for making me feel good.
I do not know how they new I liked
to be surrounded by those hands,
curled comfortably in their chest.
I started sensing, when I was ready
for feeding and for changing my wet
clothes with freshly washed dried ones.
I new when I was going to be immersed
into a lukewarm water to take a bath.
I new the time, when the shape with the
stronger hands was going to be about.
And, the big moment arrived, when I
opened my mouth and sound came out
of it. Every one seem to be excited
about it, I could not understand why,
so much fuss for something that sounded
like "Ga Ga". Anyway as the days went
by those "Ga Ga" sounds became more
complex, and before I new it, with
the help of the softer hands shape;
I started uttering words, like
"mama" and "dada".
That was it, the whole group of
shapes with hands went crazy.
Then, I started trying to pull myself
up in my crib; first seating, then
with the help of my crib's railing
standing on my two feet, can you
imagine that. Well Mama and Dada went
After that, the events of my growing
up involved by leaps and bounds, the
time went fast, so fast that I could
not keep up with myself, nor did
the rest of the family. Because,
I wanted to go everywhere and
grab everything that shined.
I became the household little
My mama was forced to remove
everything that was not nailed
or screwed in place. She even
locked all the lower openings,
so, I could not open and mesh up
with their contents.
That is how my new life, as a-
newborn started in my mother's home.
Copyright @ 1996/2016, Ellie Kondy