Happy Birthday
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Born on the brink of fall
of mother in spring of life
Virgo on the cusp of Libra
Taurus Rising
seven-pounds-some
of cosmic energies.
Writhing in the will to live
cast-off and bastardly
big-eyed baby
and waiting.
Doctor Diameter
finished his errand
ran off
left only his name
on a forgeable
formality.
Certified Live Birth
means I AM!
Accident
surely a New Year’s Eve spree
Origin Unknown.
Good sisters mothered me
just till my mother
was properly dossiered
prepped and suspensed.
Loved me I loved her
scars and all
lantern eyes found
what they searched for
in the dark.
There in a pile of red tape
a mother was born
a daughter legitimized.
No one noticed the outcome
of the abortion controversy
when she cried:
WE GOT OUR BABY!!!!!!!
© Joyce Mason, 2008 -2011
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