Potato

As a potato you get used to the cold

I was born in the dirt

a dark scary place

Surrounded by worms that nibble on my skin

That was my humble beginning 

After months of pushing the dirt away from me

I was pulled out into the light

Broken from my mother

Washed in frozen waters

Then

as the rest of my brothers and sisters before me

I will be baked, fried, boiled

either way I am prepared

I will fill my nurture's daughter

She was born in a dirt house

She is used to the cold

I'm what will give her life to live

to grow out of the mud

and feed the greater purpose