The Child I Birth Not
The child I birth not
It was a dream than a trance
It was a vision not a division
It was aspiration and not an illusion
The child I birthed not
There was a conception, yes I conceived you
It happened when others conceived theirs too
Though it was at my old age that I did conceived
But miscarriage along the lane it could not survive
The child I birthed not
Within my womb it erupts like mighty waves
Like the little spark I fan it but it ignites not
Leaving me with tales to tell to folks
The child I birthed not
I sing in the tunes of them who has birthed theirs
But the songs are not the same as it ought to be
Singing amiss because of my child's death
I lack the words of joy that fills the mothers heart
The child I birthed not
But I am not holding my peace for any longer
Take me to the doctor and remind him of me
Tell him/her that I am not going home either
Until he/she looks at my eyes and tell me
That the child I birthed not could not be reborn
English and Literary Art is the child I birthed not
Copyright © Onyeche John Chinaka | Year Posted 2020
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