"Hmmm..."
A snipe of thought that sigh my heart
Breaking the cartilage in pieces
Letting the blood drip in torns
Striping me of my smile
Yet I force out one
That stray off in miles
The loose of her suckling child
Throw a hard blow
Right beneath the belt of labor
The look on her face
The ravishing hope
Her smile that lit up hers
All went out dark
Taste of pain saddles
At the right wreath of her teeth
She mourn in silence
Yet,in distress
When she lay to rest
Ewatomi agonizing scream
Tears her bleeding heart
Her dreams took a mare shape
Either night or day
She would yell out of sleep
Searching all corners and nooks
For the dead bear
Her sanity seems flashing out of her
The pain of labor stung too often
Once she murmurs to herself
Twice she gives out a loud sigh
"Ewatomi".. An inscription
That often ends each sigh
And as for me
Who watched her glow away in pain
And fed from her hurt
My heart filled with mournings
I could only repress mine
To help heal ours
For what indeed could be compared
To the agony of labor
And the wrecking pain attached
To not been able to withhold the bear you gave life
Cos the sailing of death's ship
Had visit with a loud bang...
My tears couldn't wash off her pain.. As she lost her dear baby in 4 months to the cold hands of death.."To nursing mothers,may sorrow never stuck your Joy.