She Is After God

In womb I was fed on the extraction of her body I played, moved there wether night or day She bore me with great care She more thought of me than other About how I would be When I might come on her lap What she would name me How she would rear me up; At last her waitness came to an end On a favourable day l came She forgot the pains from she suffered The eye balls of her I became; How much love, care, adore are in the earth? All she brings and inserts on me She overcomes all difficulties of me From womb to the last she does breathe; I have observed at adolescence I have remembered her presence None is like mother how may be they our Mother is just mother none is like her However she is to all other To me, after God is my mother.