a baby born from a mother's womb
is a father's glory & a father's tomb.
they risk it all
they'd risk what's right
for their sunshine to grow
up a life of light-
"papa! papa? look at me
where is mama? i brood! coffee,"
father didn't budge; he sat uptight
couldn't quell her queries
but she slept through the night.
she then woke up, heard a bang! from the door
saw poor father sobbing on the floor.
"help me up child, from now on.
mother will hear us with the warplanes gone."
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
a baby born from a mother's womb
is a father's glory & a father's tomb.
they risk it all
they'd risk what's right
for their sunshine to grow
up a life of light-
"papa! papa? look at me
where is mama? i brood! coffee,"
father didn't budge; he sat uptight
couldn't quell her queries
but she slept through the night.
she then woke up, heard a bang! from the door
saw poor father sobbing on the floor.
"help me up child, from now on.
mother will hear us with the warplanes gone."
MS 2017
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