Vital Signs

Phew! This is already my sixth day and I’m chugging along - feeding, sleeping and pooping -although not necessarily in that order! :-P

Abba and Mama seem to have got some sleep and yet managed to keep attentive to my needs. I wonder what it is that I am doing when I am not feeding and pooping! But I know that most of the time I am snugly sleeping in my cot or in the security of Mama’s arms.

I am sure it will be years before I even understand that I am writing about my first days on this planet. What does tomorrow hold for me? Where will I be when I can understand these memoirs?

"When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your
heart...
Cut the cord
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And
I'm
on my knees
Looking for the answer

Are we Human? . . . or are we dancer?"