And God said, “Let there be”…
Therein a weak and fragile miracle was born
Premature, too early and destined for dust
Born in uneasy hope of much life
I shall never remember
Don’t know how I held on
Loved and encouraged
To just breathe and be strong
This path, not ever easy
Hardly makes that much sense
Why give life to frail hope
When the outcome is chance
The older I become
The less I understand
Is there purpose, or reason
While some perish, yet I am
Maybe I shouldn’t question
My heart beats with this life
Why there’s goodness and promise
Through warm days and dark nights
Reasoning can never solve this
And I may never, yet see
Why God imagined my curious life
And spoke the words, “Let There Be”
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Author:
A.H. Browning (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is dedicated to all those who, like me, were born as premature babies. Please don't misunderstand my questions in the writing as negative. My mother told me that I would not have survived without the medical advances for premature babies when I was born... in 1965 (which is getting further and further in the past). If I would have been born a few decades earlier, I probably would not be typing right now. 100 years ago, I would never have survived. I was born at 3 pounds, 10 oz. Anyways, cheers to all the preemies. Honestly, some days, I don't think they cooked me long enough in my incubator. Maybe the night janitor tripped over the power cord for my unit and accidently unplugged me. We may never know.
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Great poem AH.
Thank you. Kindest Regards.
Wow wonderful dear poet….and i am one of a preemies myself…
I have my information written down somewhere. My mother saved records of my size and weight at birth; neither was very much. I have not looked at that in a very long time and I cannot recall without checking. I might just have to go dig that out to remember. Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate that, especially from someone in the same “club”.
You capture the feeling all preemies must have when thinking of days when survival was low for those so born before medical advancement and thank you A.H. for this caring verse dedicated to premature birth babies as reminder to value each precious day.
Thank you Fay. I feel very fortunate for the extra and necessary care I received from being born prematurely. Kindest Regards.
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