Thursday, 28 June 2012

dogma

children are a blessing
said the heart lonesome
magnetised
it yearnt something
to reciprocate love

a seed lies dormant
long buried deep
beneath layers of pain
It dreams
as it sleeps

sorrow births joy
a void's always filled
A girl meets boy
dressed in sheep's wool

a child arrives glistening
Mum is wired for nurturing
the impulse kicks in
she will tend to needs

cradling
soothing
guided by a sixth sense
She pats
rejoices burps
sweet innocent redolence

children are a blessing

for a power hungry mother
her dream was derailed

by the wooly liar

He left jagged pieces
broken promises

So she steps cross the line
and embraces her scorn 

pain is repaid
with hurt
he gave
let him know how it feels
He pines for his child.

children are a blessing 
This is wishfully true

when mother is scorned
blessing mixed with curse
too

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