Ode To My Phoenix

Written by: Frances Angela Torrelavega

For days, for nights
you moaned in pain.
For weeks, for months
you cried in vain.

For days, for nights
you wept in silence.
For weeks, for months
you anguished with prudence.

For days, for nights
I leeched on your strength.
For weeks, for months
I feasted on your health.

For days, for nights
I gripped my claws in your veins.
For weeks, for months
You held on and soon, reigned.

On the night of that day
you screamed.
On the week of that month
I wailed.

At last, it was over.
Finally, Im here on this earth.
You were sober-
but you said, it has all its worth.

Fly, my mother!
Soar high!
Spread your wings!
Enjoy the sky!

Let us share this joy,
this bliss, this mirth;
for my birth
is your rebirth!