10h
I would eat my own arm
To sustain my life
In order to sustain yours
I would feed you
My own flesh to sustain yours
And stay with you ignoring my needs
Until you are grown and on your way
And then, with my life's mission done
I could fade
To sustain my life
In order to sustain yours
I would feed you
My own flesh to sustain yours
And stay with you ignoring my needs
Until you are grown and on your way
And then, with my life's mission done
I could fade
A quirky poem I know. I was comparing human motherhood to that of an octopus'.
