You said I was special

Yet you wanted so much

Pulling me down into your World

With all your dreams and asperations

Into me, one small person

I was the first

But not the last

I was a miracle

But not the only one

You saw hope

Where there was only a little

You saw so much

In me.

All I needed was air to breathe

All I wanted was space to grow

So I sat in a moving chair

Knees pressed together

Trying to find my breath

In the grey weather.