For nine months, I was her parasite;
Living by her nourishing-self.
My world was darker than starlight
Until the realization of myself.
She moulded and crafted me to date.
An obligation which was so great,
Only her heart could accommodate.
With time, she established our own estate,
One which only she could create.
Crooked it was, yet she made it straight.
When things topple, I seek for mother;
Her arms are open as those of the Creator.
I’d be foolish to seek for another;
For mother’s love is like no other.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
For nine months, I was her parasite;
Living by her nourishing-self.
My world was darker than starlight
Until the realization of myself.
She moulded and crafted me to date.
An obligation which was so great,
Only her heart could accommodate.
With time, she established our own estate,
One which only she could create.
Crooked it was, yet she made it straight.
When things topple, I seek for mother;
Her arms are open as those of the Creator.
I’d be foolish to seek for another;
For mother’s love is like no other.
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