"I love you, Mother."

 He was once living unformed between layers of the sky

Peeked the most sacred pattern of how humanbeing is defined

When lovebirds dropped seeds into the warmth of the womb

Roused a new life within, who grew inside as the day goes

It’s been known as the bless of God for tied the knot

It was a cold, cloudy night when he was being called away

As a silently implanted soul inside a beauty of seventeen

Being carried as such defenseless one

Instantly forgot who and where he was

For all he know was how thankful he is to her

For all he know was to say, “I love you, Mother.”

Too much in love she was, to know what has been going on

Failed to notice before three period were missed

Left alone with one broken heart and another which beated

Reflected herself sunk crying in the bottom of the closet

Frustrated trying to bleed away to her fetus’ death

Too far getting lost she was, to understand such a great horror

Being ripped apart from where he was belong

Perfect creature of flesh and bone, neither wanted or expected

Gently moved immature fingers, all attached one to another

Desperately called for his beloved mother

It was a cold, cloudy night when he was being called away

As a silently implanted soul inside a beauty of seventeen

Being carried away as such defenseless one

Too young to learn about hatred and revenge

For  all he know was how thankful he is to her

For all he know was how to say, “I love you, Mother.” 

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