Thursday, January 1, 2015
You nurture seeds of mankind,
Nurture it with love and passion,
Hold it within your confines, and
Provide it with a safe sanctuary.
Afloat on a fluid chamber, you're
A perfect bed for a human fetus.
Dark, warm, soft and shockproof.
Solidly protected even on move.
Carrying a fetus for forty weeks,
You deliver it as a human being.
Whether conceived in love or not,
Equally you see their well being.
Oh the eternal cradle of mankind,
How can we be enough grateful!
To you and to your age old carrier,
The womenfolk, mothers for ever!
01 January 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: women,love