In December, three
days before Christmas on shortest day of the year, I was born and
named Larry Morris Mixson. I had been content within the warm dark
confines of my mother womb but as I grew larger, my mother’s belly
grew tighter, I begin to fell restricted so when my mother pushed
me out into the world I felt freedom, moved my arms and legs about,
gasping my first breath then the connection to my mother severed. I
cried out, I was cold, the lights were so bright I squeezed my eyes
tightly shut,
I
was wrapped in something warm and laid on my mother who’s heart I
could feel beating under me and I calmed. For the next several
days I mostly slept but would awaken hungry, cry out and then be
placed back on my mother who would feed me then one day I awoke, and
the bright lights were gone so I slowly peeked my eyes open seeing
soft multi-colored lights above me and a small figure reaching
towards me, if I had had known what an angel was at the time I would
have said I saw one, I smiled and was happy as I closed my eyes and
faded off to sleep.
Updated: 02-08-2022