Her Mother....! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

Take my hands, entwined into yours
And lay it on the surface of thy heart
The very depth of your soul that hurts
Either be I smile or when I cry- don't ask!

I can feel the rhythm of thy heart, how it vibes,
Chirping 'I love you' 'I love you' all the time.
The rivers of warmth and pleasure between your breast
Whenever I lay to curdle on your chest.
There's no one in this world who could love me like you do
Only I wish Im daughter enough to make it up to you.

This twice and while, you have suffered and been brave
Enduring agony and pain, just for me to be safe
This twice, during natal and birth of me
Some mysteries that had me hanged in you for eleven months
Labouring for three days, just for the sake I live.
Makes me spirit battered whenever you fall sick, it hurts!

I'd be guilty as charged, if tried
So what will it take to make a right?
I ask, than to love you still forever
For no words can just fit enough to say how sorry I am
Your love of me sets the fire that helps me race on
So take mine hands entwined into yours
There in my heart, your legacy lives on
And the only joy I have ever known is in having a MOTHER
Who's raised me into a young beautiful woman.