ELLIE,"THE POET IN ME"

BECAUSE I WAS BORN

			I opened my eyes, and what I saw;
			was a face looking at me with
			wonder. Sure I did not know where
			I was, how I got there or how
			to talk, or do anything else
			for that matter.
			So, I cried and cried and cried.

			Next thing; I felt two big hands
			grabbing me and hugging me tight
			on her chest until I felt comfortable
			again surrounded by those big, 
			soft, strong hands; full of love.

			That is how my life started in 
			this household. 
			When I cried, the hands grabbed
			me and the whole scenario will
			start over again. 
			Sometimes; I cried because I was
			wet or even worse, and sometimes
			I cried because I wanted to eat,
			but always there were those soft
			hands, ready to make me feel good.

			Gradually, I started seeing shadows
			that turned into shapes of things,
			and what they call human faces.
			First it was the face the hands
			belong to, then there was another
			face with bigger and stronger hands,
			then there were things dangling
			over my crib making noise, that I 
			enjoy listening to.

			Then, the shadows were getting 
			clearer and clearer, until I started
			to recognize one shape from another.
			Then, there were noises coming out 
			of the shapes that the hands belonged
			to. First nothing made any sense. But,
			as I was listening to these sounds
			day in and day out, I started to 
			understand, that all were addressed 
			to me. One sound for this and another
			sound for something else.

			My life continued like that for a 
			couple of days. With the hands 
			picking me up for one reason or another,
			and sometimes for no reason at all.
			But, just for making me feel good.
			I do not know how they new I liked
			to be surrounded by those hands, 
			curled comfortably in their chest.

			I started sensing, when I was ready
			for feeding and for changing my wet
			clothes with freshly washed dried ones.
			I new when I was going to be immersed 
			into a lukewarm watter to take a bath.
			I new the time, when the shape with the 
			stronger hands was going to be about.

			And, the big moment arrived, when I 
			opened my mouth and sound came out 
			of it. Every one seem to be axcited 
			about it, I could not understand why, 
			so much fuss for something that sounded
			like "Ga Ga". Anyway as the days went
			by those "Ga Ga" sounds became more
			complex, and before I new it, with
			the help of the softer hands shape;
			I started uttering words, like 
			"mama" and "dada".

			That was it, the whole group of
			shapes with hands went crazy.
			Then, I started trying to pull myself
			up in my crib; first seating, then 
			with the help of my crib's railing 
			standing on my two feet, can you 
			imagine that. Well Mama and Dada went 
			real excited.

			Arter that, the events of my growing 
			up ivolved by leaps and bounds, the
			time went fast, so fast that I could
			not keep up with myself, nor did 
			the rest of the family. Because, 
			I wanted to go everywhere and 
			grab everything that shined.

			I became the household little 
			terror.
			My mama was forced to remove 
			everything that was not nailed
			or screwed in place.  She even
			locked all the lower openings,
			so, I could not open and mesh up
			with their contents.

			That is how my new life, as a- 
			newborn started in my mother's home.

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