The first needle
stung
Eyes closed to wince
The charming prince
stinks

The second needle
tore
Heart clenching the pieces
hope decreases

By the third needle
numb
The carriage came
to pick up it's claim

Miraculously,
The crane took it's basket
back to the womb
Returning it gently
to a shadowed room.

Needles 1, 2 and 3
came again
But by the fourth
I prayed

by the fifth
I prayed

And by the tenth
I poured
my being, my soul, my love
my child



I think I always knew
before my bones even grew

My mom left me
a miracle

I didn't understand at first
I just felt something
brewing

So I poured
like my mom did
But I didn't have a cup
so I gushed and bled
everywhere

I would sit
and wait for someone in need of thirst
I would water the flowers
even though it rained

because it was written in my bones
before I could even object

Even though I'm fully grown now
I don't know how to get off the carriage
a second time

But as I look out the window,
I thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb

Thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb