Born

When I was about to be born
I was hit by a stone
and was left alone
But I ready to come
and be able to say "Mum"

I asked many questions in that dark
I thought: Where I will my car park?
And how will my dog bark
at night

When I am busy setting a mark
of what I'll do
It isn't clear like a nurse's uniform

which is blue

While I was a fetus
I was thinking of my birthday
and what will I say
when my mum shouted out, "HURRAY!"

But why am I lying?
I don't even know if I was kicking
or maybe crying
I don't know more -

DO YOU?

Now please leave my poem
And rush to ask your mum
If you still have one