My Mum
Born naked, born alone
Somebody gave me birth,
I was born.
Born without anybody I was,
I feel as a tree with no roots.
I breath the air, I try to.
I wake up every morning,
I wonder who I am, but I try to get up.
I make steps,
but I make mistakes.
I wonder, if my mistake is to be born.
Maybe it was, but I am alive.
Now I realised and I understand.
The one gave me the first
breath, gave me the last one,
An angel told me things I could'n t understand.
My mum wasn't an angel, or yes, she was. Nobody knows.
She took my hand and the next day she wasn't on Earth
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