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