With a protruding sac,
For procreation's sake.
I am a mother.
the sacred temple of life,
A window to mortals' trip on earth.
I am a mother.
With a swollen sack of semen,
pains gained in the ninth month.
I am a mother.
The laps that carry Kings
A sofa for my offspring.
I am a mother.
Whose love never waned,
Even when they go insane.
I am a mother.
The belly that bore our Lord
The teat that fed our Christ.
I am a mother.
Whose raiment's edge you lean,
To take your first shaky cruise like a lame.
I am a mother.
A heart that pounced at your cry,
A sleepless night to dab the teary eyes.
I am a mother.
Whose happy ending
reclined in the success of my progeny.
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