Conception.
That’s how it started.
I wasn’t even there.
The tiniest of cells.
Combining as pair.
The miracle of life.
Spiritual intervention.
Of husband and wife.
Answer my question.
Was I your prayer?
When was I born?
When was I there?
You knew me already.
You felt me inside.
You held me steady.
You carried my pride.
When was I living?
Did you have to be told?
What was my name?
Was I really that old?
Mother I want to know.
The day that you knew.
Mother I want to know.
My lifeday within you.
Jim Raab.
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