To My Mother
Midwives in commotion
Tears rolling,
Heads in fear
Pattering feet in apathy
The night is pregnant,
Her time is green..
As she groaned and sweat into d lion's den,
With blood oozing out of sanctuary..
Her sanctuary, an exit for d heroine..
Out of the den she emerged
A winner...
She cuddles and lulls her
Even when illness stared at her
With lullaby she drives her into snoring
awoh kingsley awoh
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