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Though I curled not
In the warmth
Of your blessed womb,
Nor sucked Life’s juice
From your breasts,
I call you mummy!
Even though I rode not
On your back,
Nor fell asleep
In the safety
Of your arms,
I call you mummy!
Yours is the hand
That puts bread and meat
In the empty mouth
Of the offspring
Of another woman’s womb.
I call you mummy!
My soul can testify
That my heart’s beats
Sing a song.
And there,
In the lyrics thereof,
I call you mummy!
I pen this poem
With crystal gems
Falling, klop, klop,
From the wells of my eyes.
Let none ask why;
I call you mummy!
Awww, this is beautiful! You’re both blessed to have each other. 🙂
Thank you Shian. She is actually the mother of a friend and she was like my own mother at a time when Life turned against me and my brother. May heaven bless her and her own children.
this poem captured the beauty of your soul!
Thank you Sharmishtha.