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 someday… 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!
Don’t Kill Me Mamma!
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2 comments
Truely a great poem…. just loved it!!!
oh…GOD!!!!
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….