Cord&Placenta

       That fetal whisper in our heart, which at our birth, the end did start.  As these new breaths we drew,   ways of the womb were lost from view.  That fetal whisper, so soft and low,  is like our shadow on the snow.  So please lets hear that silent sigh, of the fetus, by and by,  then admit that we were wrong, and praise our God, the great I AM.  For giving us the desire to know, that which only the fetus could show.  What is your wish sweet fetal valentine, is it the oldest line, be mine?  Oh no, my wish is more divine, it would be the end of time.  For time is the whisper in your heart, which momies heartbeat did impart, the tick tock’s dominion in your life, is simply because we have forgot.  What secret message have we missed, that we would abort so many fetal hearts.  So, my wish on this Valentines day, is let the fetus have its say.  I wish for words that could convey, that I don’t like your romps in the hay.  Dear mom and Dad, I gave my all, but times were tough when your own memories would call.  Call for relief from your former grief, as you walked this same path, with your mom and dad.  Forgive you and love you, I always will, you see it was like a drill.  So many rounds of rock and roll, seem to have had their toll.   Broken hearts are just the start, some ain’t so lucky from all this fucky.  To heal the heart is a daunting task, as its covered by the pain/pleasure mask  Oh physician, heal yourself and find, you became the fetal whisper, you left behind.  The placenta my first timepiece was, it brought me blood, it gave me love.  When hard times came a couple times a week, Its a wonder I am not a circus freak.  Little people, midgets, and the like, would like this fetal wish of mine.  So let the fetal river run, and bring all mankind back to where death was begun, the sweetest fruit dear Eve did eat, was the start of death, such bitter sweet.  So let me build my temple in peace, then shall there be peace on earth, oh please.  As within, so without, lets not leave any doubt, that God gave us the choice, to romp in the hay,  For us to change and repent, heavenly mercies would be shortly sent.  I wish that I could find the words, to pierce your heart that waxed so hard.   Its a viscious circle, of life and death, until we remember, our own fetal whisper.  Then life gets so simple, life gets so clear, we remember life, before the fear.  So, my wish is an eternal now,  I AM your fetal valentine, WOW …….Jeffory