INFANCY TEARS
WRITTEN-BY-JOY-EKPO
My adorable baby, my crux of joy
Fate convinced me you would become an artistThat was why I gave you the pencil to balloon my tommyI built you a studio in the placenta
For 41weeks you drew your image day and night
I allowed you use harsh papers
And with nauseating crayons i watched you change the colours of my appetite
As you made me an xanthippe figure of card boards mood swings But how come my grown baby has become my horror movie?Who taught you to use my pencil in sketching me insult?How come we exchanged words like modern dictionaries ?Ahhh.... Fruit of my uterus
Why have you sculptured maternity on a stone of regret?
Tear my heart
Make my lungs bleed
But before I kiss the dust to sleep
Always remember to tell nature that you are the reason behind my fallen breast
#Respect-A-Mother##Ephesian6:1#
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