The Bloody Bear
The Bloody Bear
In a silent November night,
When crickets creaked like an alarm
A thunder rumbled without permission
And a night flower bloomed, in short notice.
I like to call myself a flower, a lily
But my aunt always reminds me
I had body hairs like a bear’s
I smelled like a bear too.
My hair soaked in blood
Umbilical cord dangling down my belly
Blood vessels still sticking to my skin
I gave my aunt a good scare.
(G-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!)
Aunt washed me in hot water
Wrapped me in a warm towel
Gave on my forehead, my first wet kiss
And rocked me in her strong arms.
When my eyes were sleepy
And I had forgotten I could cry
Aunt handed me over
To the first man in my life.
Curly hair with wisps of grey
Kind eyes behind the black frame
Grandpa smiled, his mischievous teasy smile
Amused by the dozing cub in his hand.