NINE

They say it's the father 
who creates you, but my 
mother carried me. 

Nine months in her 
womb, morning sickness 
and all, so I can be. 

It says a lot about 
a woman's strength, her 
love like an heirloom. 

Past down, 
towing the line, the 
lineage, soft and benign. 
Doubt with little headroom. 

Warmth and protection 
as we stretch her skin. 
Delivery... 
A misconception 
of when life begins 

Cherish her resolve 
and you, her origin, 
like when we cried
and breathed our
first breath of oxygen. 

Reviews

[Crowley]

A beautiful tribute to mothers. So strong, so beautiful and in my case one of my best friends for my entire life. This was an amazing write...thank you.

[Rene Velez]

Thank you. Much appreciated 🙏