Friday, September 14, 2012

Mother of Tomorrow

One gem - one total new idea.
Yes the child escapades, adds
On - regurgitates like the
chewing cow - then bathes in his own ego

Only into its own picture
She is original - one of a kind
Not a pressed, sculptured duplicate
But a live bundle of charm and hope
In a world of war, demise, and
Self destruction - a beauty, a gem I said

Let some freedom of thought reign
Good that she is unconscious
Of her own spiritual originality
Soon to blossom into a bundle

With some restraint
Into a princess of woman
In bustling joy rejuvenates all
Her palate sensitive, but anxious for more

In the youth of Womanhood
Of joy, hope, and
Positive survival
The Mother of Tomorrow

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