I see her baby kicking,
and she makes me want to cry.
Her teeth so yellow, but her smile so bright,
and her stomach so swollen.
Her stomach adorns my hand--
There is a slight quake beneath the surface--
reminding me of a bumpy road on a bright yellow school bus.
I question the young mother's decision--
if it was a decision at all--
or if it was a consequence or result or bad memory.
"Maybe I'll learn to be a victim of this complex 'system' of thoughts,
babies guarding instead of being the guarded," she says.
Was there a choice at all?
I wonder if this homeless baby will be fatherless--
in a mother-full life.
What will this baby think of its mother?
Its forever youthful, street living mother...
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
I see her baby kicking,
and she makes me want to cry.
Her teeth so yellow, but her smile so bright,
and her stomach so swollen.
Her stomach adorns my hand--
There is a slight quake beneath the surface--
reminding me of a bumpy road on a bright yellow school bus.
I question the young mother's decision--
if it was a decision at all--
or if it was a consequence or result or bad memory.
"Maybe I'll learn to be a victim of this complex 'system' of thoughts,
babies guarding instead of being the guarded," she says.
Was there a choice at all?
I wonder if this homeless baby will be fatherless--
in a mother-full life.
What will this baby think of its mother?
Its forever youthful, street living mother...
Thank you for reading. Let me know your thoughts.
