Growing Pains

GROWING PAINS Out of despair man was bred To be cared for was the aim Striving to become gods, man lost it The love once shared now forfeit Man’s life now a fraction of the original! In pain Mothers accouch In pleasure fathers permeate(procreate) The “bambino” first seen by the accoucheuse Unrivaled is the mother’s love despite despair. Her joy is here! Forgotten is the pain of the mother Before her is the fruit of her labor Boundless Joy engulfs her Her despair has yielded a gift. Hours turn days, Man is not seen! Lapsed is the bundle and it’s carrier As the Procreator wines in a new world. In shame the bundle is taken home, To a father who is lost in his own webs. She could leave, but Love for the infant prevails