Night Song (confessional poetry))Minnesota))

Night Song (confessional poetry)

Anger set in her going, like an over would watch
As the hospital tried to hide me
From my unwed mother’s arms
(in 1947)—
And then I took my place among
The corrupt world.

There were no bands or relatives
Upon my arrive, I
Was just simple, and naked
Looking blindly at the walls;
Now in my mothers arms
Held tightly as the nurses frowned.

Note: #1610 (1-15-2007). One child had died that night in the hospital, on October 7, 1947, at St. Josephs Hospital, in St. Paul, Minnesota; hence, I was almost fed to a new family, had my mother fallen to sleep up a few minutes more.