my mother’s womb
is Noah’s Ark
in which I was saved.
my mother’s womb
is the burning bush
it engulfed Moses
it engulfed me but
did not consume me.
her breast milk
the waters of The Nile
on whose banks I lie
and built me a home
in the absence of my father, she feeds me
she restores my soul
how fortunate I am
to have someone to call a mother,
with her presence I am safe
like the lilies of Sharon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, i love the first part, my only problem is, im not the one that got the idea... first............................