I came as tomorrow
Swaddled in unawareness
To your warm womb
Mother……
Without your choice
Or mine
Destined to up date
With time
Our human tree
But before love
Grew into flesh and words
What is unfinished creation-
A precipitation of blood
Became my transcendence.
I am afraid it could be Shakespeare himself writing here. Great poem.
But before love Grew into flesh and words What is unfinished creation- A precipitation of blood Became my transcendence.
Really, babies come as tomorrow. What a good and witty expression of newborn babies. I love it.
So beautifully written for baby, s explained about what they fell in their mother, s womb
However, only the parents can decide if they want to have that baby or not, and not an old man, old woman or a growing boy who is standing on the street where I pass and have the sign against the abortion.
I agree with you..