This is my first impression
Of the person that
Will take care of me.
She's strange and sweaty
And crying with joy.
We're am I?
It's scary ,why am
I crying? I just want to
go back to my
Quite and happy place.
It was nice. Why can't I go
Back? I don't want to be here in
This White and bright room.
We're am I? Who are you ?
Who am I? Right when I ask that
You answer in a whisper
"Tianna that'll be your name,
Hi I'm you mother and I
Will protect you no matter what.
You'll be loved by your older sister
And me of course."
And I started to cry but I wasn't sad
They were tears of joy,
"don't cry my little baby girl, everything's alright know
Here soon we'll go home."
She hugged me softly and
With warmth and love I
Was now pleased that I was there
With her my new mother.
I fell asleep with a smile in
My heart at the thought of
Waking up to her my mother.
YOU ARE READING
Short and bitter
Poetrythese are some short poems that I while be writing throw the passage of time.