Some women sit and gaze at the world
After the kitchen chores
And laze about with brows of eyes and lips
Shining in hues of sheens
Blinking at a fizzing beer;
Life is full of chops and drinks
And some women laze-gaze
At the work full of enjoyment.
We brought them pain as they bore us
In their wombs and spilling us like vomit
They cuddle as children;
We come of age
And common sense and respect says
No scathing remarks about our bearers
So we live happily with them
Because they're our mothers.
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