Umbilical cord

We are floating in placenta
Nourishment comes to us
through a cord
When we are born, out in the world
The cord is cut
Nourishment comes to us from arms,
When we start walking, talking, going out on our own,
dear god,
imagine the shock.
My god,
It's gonna be alright,
How do I say this to a little one, who cries all the time?
asking
 how can I be alright on my own?

Little one,
you will be.

you are, don't you see?