Motherhood

“There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a 
million ways to be a good one.”
—Jill Churchill

My girlhood blazes,

with the predilection

of nature,

to kindle the new life.

Hereby,

I abrogate,

your blasphemies,

and solve the enigma

of my incarnation,

to kindle the new life.

Hereby,

I accept,

your obdurate lessons,

just to be alive,

to kindle the new life. 

Hey! nature,

I can heed,

the cryptic movements,

inside my womb.

It's not an abstruse,

for me now,

to catch you

how,

you kindle the new life.

Hey! nature,

Is it the same

my cycle's blood,

getting a life in it?

whom,

you kindled the new life.

My covert girlhood blazes,

to kindle the new life.