"Conceived" A Poem For My Mother And My Love For Her.
She is the Tree of life Her burden Is no more like mine I cannot fight her battles or win her wars. I am her fruit born of sin but will be saved.
"All mother's are like flowers and rose's they are attractive and they give life, they help you to breath and a reason to stay alive"
My first room was her womb, the roof over my head was her head, what I could not see, she saw, what I did not feel she felt. she cried for me because she loves me, the only woman in the world who knows my skin. the color of our eyes match, it means I now see what she saw. She knew the days, nights, wind, sun and moon before me. A ship she will be until, until the day comes I see light. Thunder cracks! from her screams, showers of love scattering from her eyes, and me I came as all children born of sin crying and kicking my feet. At the end of her path was my doom will it be? No doubt that in stored for me was pure destiny. Once in her fold I calmed, I hushed, I sucked on my tongue and rolled my fist. signs that a son, a man, a protector, a provider and a fighter was born.
Thank you Mother for giving birth too me, mother I will never fight as hard as you.
Thank you god for giving and helping me to see my mother again.