Slowly, as a child makes its first step
I hand over to you my trust
Within this basket
Lie all my dreams and fears
And I watch you, watch them
Your fingers cradling it hungrily.
Nestling my head to your cold breast
I hear, within its cage
Your hollow heart
Thud, Thud, Thud
Your blood pumps only for you
You live to live
Not to give life
But as I, stricken, begin to turn away
I hear an echo
Of the unspoken:
Your love lost in translation
Or was I merely hoping?
Not all mothers want to be mothers
But all children want a mother
'Please mummy,
I don’t understand
Why I still battle on
Seeking the impossible
Please mummy,
A fragment of love
Not too cold, warm enough to last
To grasp onto
When the nights roll in
When the darkness shrouds me
Please mummy,
I seek a mother'
Who cannot be found.
a heartfelt and lovely write..........the last line is really poignant.............lovely dear!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not all mothers want to be mother's But every child wants a mother 😓 deep❣️