Friday, December 27, 2013

MOTHER, MY LOVE, MY LIFE



It's my birthday... I know it
I'm ageing inside... I can feel it
But would this day have even been
If Mother had wrapped me for the bin?

Words fail me to paint Mother
I open my mouth, but only stutter
I try to write, but this plain paper
Bears only a growing blot hours later

God bless the womb I habited
And the door I 'cryingly' exited
God bless those nipples I suckled
And those arms in which I snuggled

Mother,
you are that is
and always will be

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