Silent into midnight
Her agonizing voice
Tear through the thick dark night
Making the little lamp flickering
Sweating profusely
Moaning and groaning hopelessly
Terrible shreik and pain
Her last hope is me
Her relief brought bare
When my shrill cry was clear
For weeks she nurse her wounds
Wounds that I caused for months
As for sleep little she experiences
She cling me to herself all times
She keeps vigil
When am sick
When I refuse her own milk
She eats not
She rest not
Never will I forget
How you kept me warm
Carried me for years
Such is womanhood
Mothers.
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