My thoughts go out
To a house in an old city
Where many decades ago
Surrounded by family
A young woman
Was whining in pain
To bring to the world
Her first child.
To a house in an old city
Where many decades ago
Surrounded by family
A young woman
Was whining in pain
To bring to the world
Her first child.
Support and words
Could only be offered by all
The pain was her to bear
To God she could only call
In the numbing pain
She held on to believe
That she was doing her part
In the drama of life.
Could only be offered by all
The pain was her to bear
To God she could only call
In the numbing pain
She held on to believe
That she was doing her part
In the drama of life.
Was she ever repaid
For the turmoil .
Compensated in any way
For the days in pain
I don't think that happened
Did it go in vain?
For the turmoil .
Compensated in any way
For the days in pain
I don't think that happened
Did it go in vain?
My thoughts just wander
On my birthday eve.
On my birthday eve.
19 oct 2015
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