The little soul arrives in a fury of incredulity

Have I chosen to come here again?
To this place of demands and pains and mourning?
Did I not just depart the body
Of a life well lived,
Of a creature who loved,
And was loved in turn?

Did I not just plunge into the heavens,
Delighted and eager,
Keen to return home?

Did I not rear the children,
Experience the heartbreak,
Learn the lessons?

The little soul feels the warm, clammy hand
Of the mother
And acquiesces to another life
Thinking,
Next time, next time I will rest