To My Mother


Nine months are slowly getting close,

I am surrounded by the blanket of yours;

Slowly I am growing in your womb

Please don’t send me to the tomb;

Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?

Don’t you have another choice?

Aren’t you happy? You can see me soon,

I am excited to see the world, the sun, the moon;

In your womb, I am counting days,

To show you, mother. My little gaze;

Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?

Don’t you have another choice?

Mother, I am excited for my first toy,

I promise I will become your joy;

Whatever you decide cannot be undone;

Please don’t feel that I am a burden,

Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?

Don’t you have another choice?

I know you are waiting to see me play,

Please say that you are excited to see that day;

Oh, mother, I want to see you at last

Please don’t make my life your past

Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?

Don’t you have another choice?

I am excited to play in your lap,

With my deeds, I will make you clap;

Oh mother, just know that I will forgive,

Even if I don’t get a chance to live

Oh, mother, my life is now cut short

Please, momma, don’t choose to…

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