The Newborn

Poem By Susan Drozda Cooper

An echo that resounds in our
Where have I seen those eyes
before? in a dream of reality?
Or is reality a dream?
The tiny mouth that pushes out
forms like eggs,
the words you've heard before.
The mothers cool touch....
the fathers rough squeeze,
I have this recognition now...
in a new soul.

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