Walls of her womb,
To gently rest.
Knotted to her, by an umbilical cord.
My first breathe occurred in that tender suburb.
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Life within and out of the mother's womb portrayed and compared very thoughtfully. Thanks. A mini little soul / Merry within /....Reality is grave and far from benign. Throttled, trodden and flawed/....With scars around,
My quenched inner soul, Oh! Well it knows, Her womb, it still is, In doom and darkness, I mildly feel. When she gently cups, my lovelorn cheeks, And caress with hugs and kiss. Wow amazing. Do visit my page.
A mini little soul. Merry within. Sipping the goodness of life. When she gently cups, my lovelorn cheeks, And caress with hugs and kiss. a fine poem. mum, her womb, her care, love my dependency on my mum..... a world of wonder you have described dear poet. tony
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