Beginning

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    Beginning

    When the rain began to fall,
    so did I,
    born in water,
    warm and safe as I
    entered the world.

    My mom and dad named me Ceara.
    They wanted a girl,
    so they got a skinny girl
    with a perfect mouth
    and strong cheekbones.
    They got a brown haired, tall girl
    with a passion for animals and art.

    I arrived at my home,
    quickly after birth
    with millions of white candles lit for my arrival.
    Dancing in my new mother's arms
    to goddesses singing.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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