The Warm and Wet

I came to this world over two weeks late.
My mom was ready, but had to wait.
I was not ready to leave it yet,
The comfort of the warm and wet.

In the shower I hug my arms to my chest,
And, engulfed as I am by the warm and wet,
All thoughts are gone of despair and gloom.
This must be how I felt while in the womb.

Some prefer to be cold or dry.
Some are afraid of water knee-high.
I wonder how, when before they met
this world, they were grown in the warm and wet.

The tub is my favorite place to be.
It has been since my first memory.
And when I am sad, it is safe to bet
I'll be happy again in the warm and wet.