She sails
as if her sole
pains…
yet she talks
as she walks
‘I shouldn’t disturb my child,
I make no sound, not even mild’
With her sweet burden
But light at heart,
She thinks and admires
God’s wonderful art
That dwells in her….
As she does so,
She is pained
To part go
With her life,
Part of hers,
into this universe.
Oh! Yes!
The little one
Knows it too…
Just hear him moan!
The world hears it
And laughs
At the lovely kid,
Never knowing
his weepy bit.
His cries
Of fear and solitude
In this war,
so huge,
of time, money and par.
‘Ma, why show me
this world so bright,
my body gets hurt
by the false right in light,
why can’t it always be
GOOD NIGHT!!’
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