To My Mother

Written by: S. A. David

In March, at the 
post mortem
During your 
ceremony
A war waged 
within you
Millions of warriors 
jostling for survival
Only me survived, 
I won.

A commensal life 
exploded
The warrior began 
feeding
With his tentacles,
Knowing no sleep
And giving you the 
belly load.

I gave you the 
morning sickness
I gave you 
swollen legs
I sucked your food
And turned you a 
glutton
Yet you didn't 
mind.

After two hundred 
and eighty
You screamed and 
gave me out to 
the world.
I was your first 
gift to posterity
You gave me a 
blessing to 
humanity
You proved more 
than a dam

A dogged diva
Leader and 
motivator
Love. Mothering 
Sunday, not 
enough,
Won't let you 
down, mater
Queen of princes.