As
February started its end,
My
life started its beginning.
Born
fresh and new,
A
Pennsylvanian baby at Abington Hospital.
Brought
out by my dad on a cold night at 11:00
I
came right on schedule,
easy
and ready to meet the world.
Mom
says I was the easiest of the three
And
in many ways I still am.
They
all thought I was going to be a boy,
But
I came out a girl, the only one.
Dad
joked the name Naomi,
But
mom took it seriously.
Dad
saved the day with the name Rachel,
The
name meant for my older brother
if
he were a girl.
They
got a baby as bald as a pumpkin,
With
chubby cheeks like Jell-O,
And
glassy eyes rimmed with blue
And
dotted with green.
Who
couldn’t; when she grew teeth,
Get her
hands off apple
And
when she sprouted long fingers,
Couldn’t
stop tapping away at the piano.
They
all say I was a perfect toddler.
Mom
would say, “Don’t touch that Rachel.”
And
I would say “ok mommy.”
And
then a few months later
I
sprouted hair.
Almost
overnight,
A
jungle of grass, weeds and flowers
Sprouted
from my bare head
Tangling
and wrapping around each other
Growing
like reeds
As
thick as the amazon,
with
curls as blonde as the shining sun.
From
the earliest I remember
Being
in an apartment
On Valentines
Day
Receiving
a box of chocolates
And
jumping up and down on the couch
in
joy and happiness.
I
said to myself “I will remember this forever”
And
it seems I did.
Two
years after my birth came another one.
A
chubby little boy
Named
Joey.
He
made me a jealous kid.
Turned
me into a little monster.
I
was no longer the little angel,
but
a screaming kid 24-7.
But
after a few years or so,
It
got better and now I am an easy kid again.
I
have many relatives.
I have
aunts and uncles.
On
my dad’s side,
I
have Aunties Steph, Grace, Barbra, Pauline, Gillian, Cynthia and Joy
I
have Uncles Stockly, Robert, Roy, Dexter and John.
On
my Mom’s side,
I
have Ants Erico, Judy and Jenna
And
Uncles Bobby and Donald
I will be twelve on February 26, 2013
And
it will be a good one.
Imagine:
twelve years from the beginning.
It's good! But do you really think your eyes are glassy? That's not really a good thing.
ReplyDeleteWhat? Glassy, like shiny and bright.
ReplyDeleteGlassy usually means you have a glazed look--like you're not all there. Like a doll-you know? Their eyes are made of glass.
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