'Baby boy' by Alan Marshall

A private place is between the legs

Private between mother and I

Nice inside the stomach, dark and black

No colours. There was not much room

So I curl up into a ball.

But I came out and I can’t get back in there.

It was the right time ... 8 o’clock ...

Mum breathed and I came out

My tiny foot first and then my head

I open my mouth, screamed: Aaagh!