Daily labor

Art&photo by Void

Each morning is childbirth and I am the child --
Unwilling to leave the womb.
So snug in bed, I’m pulled, instead,
To the harsh light of of my room.

I cry and wail, to no avail -
(The nurse is cold and cruel)
“Wake up!” she shouts and heaves me out,
“Or you’ll be late for school!”

Each morning is childbirth and I am the child --
Naked and disgruntled.
But mom’s got it worse, for she’s mother and nurse
In this, our daily struggle.