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Mother 'a letter from ma unborn BaBy' 2

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Mother 'a letter from ma unborn BaBy' 2

So my dear mum,
If I shall dearly come,
As I shall yearly gives you joy,
You shall not relent neither shall you 

I shall surely come,
But secretly deformed.
You will have to keep remoulding my 
And to keep me in form.

I shall come as a baby crying.
You will to lend me your breast to feed 
To help my thinking,
So that I can properly respond to your 

As a baby I shall be acting so stupid,
You need to keep moulding.
To keep on removing,
And be never tired of adding.

The growing shall not be that easy,
The flesh shall come pushing.
Remoulding me might to cause me lots 
of pain,
It might have to move your hand with 

All I wanna see in your face is that petty,
You'll have to mix love with that beating.
All to keep me in shape,
So shall I not bring you shame.

With time shall I grow so old,
Me you won't be able to grip or hold.
Then, will your words mould.
Twll help my conscience to grow.

If I shall truly bring you joy,
Then the choice is yours.
The wind of this world will against me 
blown and I shall not be turned.
All because your words have made me 

Don't be tired of me,
Am still that your egg.
Don't give up on me,
Even if am the ach in your head.

Even on your dyeing bed,
I still want to be there.
Those words you will say,
Will continue to keep me in shape.

When you're in grave,
Your words will be much more alive.
Then shall I say 'like my mama use to 
Those words shall bring you back to life.

To become a mother is more than leg-
I doesn't end by giving birth.
You have to keep telling,
Till you'll be successful in moulding a 
good conscience.

The work of the finder is less,
The moulder have to do more.
She doesn't need interference,
She doesn't need to be disturbed.

Moulding is very delicate,
When mistake are made,
This mistakes becomes an eye-saw,
And the moulder feel the pain much.
You need encouragement,
In order not to be too tired.
You need loveliness,
You need a good finder.

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  1. Date: 7/12/2012 11:34:00 AM
    I have enjoyed reading your excellent poetry today Akere. I look forward to reading more of it as time permits. Love, Carol