I was born
On an elevator (Otis)
In a hospital (St. Mary’s)
On a full-moon night (Saturday)
in Springtime.
My folks (John & Florentia)
had to leave a party (@Old Orchard Beach) .
The itchy ocean
Air drew me
out
& (after a trip up the 'pike) dropped me into
Dr. Lynn's hands (female)
in the smoky mill-town
shadows (tough love?) , &
You won’t read about that
Anywhere (‘less you know my mother)
‘cause isn’t life meant to be
enjoyed
endured
Entertained,
To live
&love
then leave
w/ or
entirely w/out
Documentation?
Cretan Maineiac
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birthday-12/
