Young Mother - The Child's Perspective Poem by Rylee Kay Tagaban

Young Mother I can hear your cries at night
Retching sobs of guilt and rage for yourself
For being stupid for not taking flight
Clutch your belly, home God made for oneself
Young Mother, I might have been a mistake
You might have thought of putting me away
Feeling that first kick, and what was at stake
Hearing that first heartbeat, you let me stay
Young Mother, think of all you got to see
My first smile my first bath my first loud laugh
How happy you were in that photograph
My Young Mother thank you for keeping me