I pushed into the cold
two months early,
instead of staying tucked safe inside
'til St. Patrick's Day.
from my warm jelly sac,
I was placed into a heated glass box.
My skin was yellow and wrinkled and hairless,
and my body was scrawny,
less on the scales
than a standard bag of white sugar.
Daddy held me in the palm of his hand.
My newly formed fingers fought tenaciously to grasp his,
so my parents named me "Carrie," which means "Strength."
January 24, 1979. Best wishes to my birthday twin, A!