Don’t Kill Me Mamma!

July 17, 2008
I lie there
in my wee home
surrounded by
the fluid of care
and love
hoping and yearning
to see her face
to see the world
to see my family
oh, how I wish
I was born!
I hear her-
reciting the verses
singing a lullaby
her fond coochy coos
her chiming bangles
and rhyming anklets
oh, how I wish
I was born!
I can feel her
the warmth of her hand
all over me
Her gaze –
down on me
watching me grow
The air of love
that surrounds me
Oh, how I wish
I was born!
I hear voices
That fill me with qualm
their talks turn
to whispers
I hear her sobs
I feel her tears
on the walls
of my little home
I long to be there
and listen to
all they say
Oh how I wish
I was born!
I hear her
as she says
She will miss me
As I realize
the truth
my eyes fill
with tears
will you make me bleed mamma?
Will you let me die?
I will miss you too..
She hears me not
I lie there silently
Holding on to dear life
Oh, how I wish
I was not formed!
  • uzma February 17, 2010 at 3:55 am

    Truely a great poem…. just loved it!!!

  • angiee March 27, 2010 at 6:09 am


    wat a poem….!!!
    it’s truly…so touchy…..
    i swear m nt lying…reading this poem…i got ma eyez go wet…!!!

    DUDE..!! great job….