Lil' Markie

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 10:04:45 GMT

Today my mother killed me.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 10:04:13 GMT

I wonder if my mother hears the delicate beat of my heart.

Some children are born with sickly hearts, and then the gentle fingers of a doctor performs miracles to make them healthy.

But my heart is healthy.

It beats so evenly.

"Tap Tap, Tap Tap"

You shall have a healthy son, Mother.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:50:00 GMT

My eyes are almost fully developed although the lids are still shut.

When Mother brings me into the world it will be full with sunshine and overflowing with flowers.

I have never seen a flower, you know, but more than anything I want to see my mommy.

How do you look mommy?

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:49:02 GMT

My hair is growing.

It is as bright and shiny as the sun.

I wonder what kind of hair my mother has.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:47:33 GMT

Today is Thanksgiving.

My mother and father are probably thinking about a name for me.

And they don't even know that I am a little boy.

So they are probably calling me "Barbara."

Haha, but I want to be called Andy.

I am growing so big.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:46:06 GMT

Today the doctor told my mother that I'm living here under her heart.

HOW happy she must be!

Are you happy Mother?!

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:45:15 GMT

Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands.

So small they are.

One day I'll stroke my mother's hair and tell her how nice she is.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:44:18 GMT

I am growing continually.

My arms and legs are taking shape, but I must wait a long time before these tiny legs will raise me to my mother's arms.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:42:08 GMT

Today my heart began to beat.

It will beat softly for the rest of my life, never stopping.

After many years it will tire and stop and I shall die.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:40:40 GMT

My mouth is just now beginning to open.

Just think in a year or so I'll be laughing or later I'll start to talk.

My first words will be "Mama."

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:39:11 GMT

I have grown a little, but I am still too small to do anything by myself.

My mother does everything for me although she still does not know that she's carrying me under her heart.

But I am a real person just as a crumb of bread is still real bread.

My mother exists and I do too.

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 09:35:12 GMT

Today my life began.

My parents do not know it yet.

I am as small as the pollen of a flower.

But it is I already.

I will be a boy.

I will have blonde hair and blue eyes.

Nearly everything is settled already.