Take Me Back To My Womb

By forest_for_ever

Thu, 02 Feb 2017
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Take Me Back To My Womb

Fluffy fingers, shimmering shawl

Cooing faces, aliens to me.

Take me back to my womb!

 

I was safe in darkness there.

Warm and fed, with mummy all around

Why did she eject me?

Take me back to my womb!

 

The monsters fawning, fussing

Ready to hurt me.

Words meant nothing.

Just shells of sound.

Take me back to my womb!

 

What is understanding?

Why do the guardians not see

My empty eyes going past them.

Take me back to my womb!

 

I AM special, but pitied

Scorned, even rejected

No one ever understood.

Take me back to my womb!

 

God heard my frightened cries

No nasty anger, but fear unconfined,

He sent me Tracey

She made a womb for me.

Tracy, my Teacher

Certificate PG
Poem
Suffer Not The Little Ones
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

An interesting one, Graham. Brought to mind the gentle hugging a baby and child craves, and our own desire for accepting love at any age. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thanks Rhiannon,

I tried to write it from an Autistic child's view.  I've worked in such a unit recently and it is an eye-opener and SO rewarding.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I agree with Rhiannon about your poem. It doesn't matter how old we are, we all want to be surrounded with love, safe in the knowledge that we're secure.

Thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thank you.  That means a lot to me.  I based it on an Autistic child I've been working with.  Fancy words suddenly mean little and we have to reach deeper and deeper to give comfort and understanding.