Fruit of Her Womb
Whom should I compare her to! I look around
I think a lot, but I find none
She is my god~ ~ ~ ~my small god
Worthy of praise without a pause
Each time I look at her
and see her grayish hair,
"I am heavy with countless thoughts
that clog my breath"
As the day arrives like a crow in a cornfield
each person draws to his end.
This sadtruth makes me wail as a child.
She carried me in her womb for months
while some terminated theirs.
There were days she found it hard to sleep
when she had those false alarm labor cramps.
Took care of me from cradle till I grew up
and in those days she became a singer
and an acrobatic dancer
without a drum drummed for her.
With lullabies she sang through the night,
just to comfort me in till morning light.
There were times I fed on her
while her belly was empty as air.
There were days she bore the blame for my fault.
There were days she cried for me
and days she went without
just to have me wear something new,
and said, "You're my future, my need."
Her fruits has now begun to yield
but, her days seem to speed
I wish I have a catalytic spell
to morph her back into a young girl
so that I can take care of
her for as long as I want.
I wish I have the elixir of life to make her live
for days seem to be just a single night.
Only God is unending;
But my love for her is a sea
that will never dry.
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