A MOTHER'S HAND
The whistle blew so loud in the dark
The young womb had grown so old
A strong light unfolded the path
The whispers raced so close to my ears
I wailed amidst joy
A strange world waited to grasp my hand
You wrapped me in your beautiful hands
Burnt my cold with a touch so warm
Nights came and time comforted me
The fields tore my skin so deep
But your hand came in before my shirt got so dump
Dressed my naked wounds with love
Like an angel, you watched every breath I inhaled
When disappointments befriended my heart
Only a mother's hand gave me life
This poem is about:
My family