These Four Walls

To the boy you will grow up to be

I have felt you for years

since the tender age of seven

before the onslaught of puberty

you nestled up under my ribs

closer and closer to my heart

you snaked your fat little fingers

up and into and out and around

the tender caricature of life

and when I was cut

it is you that seeped out

but no please don't think that

I was trying to get rid of you

I wanted to be closer to you

to hold you in my arms

for I was the only one that could

heed and hear your childish cries

for years I could feel you

curling around my brain stem

seeping into my addled brain

you were the cough medicine that

soothed not only my throat but

also the depths of my being

and I couldn't wait to meet you

I died so that you could live

this is not something to be sad

or to place blame about

because I saw you and the way

that life surged through you

how your toes curled and your fingers

closed around the edges of new life

I saw how you fought

to keep your eyes open

and I am sorry if I scared you

I just wanted to say goodbye to

my dear family and friends

but they couldn't hear me

and you felt that pain as well

but dammit Priestly I gave you

a second chance at life

so live it to the fullest

I will be watching over you

you're gonna do great kiddo

Love, Sarla