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Eugene George

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Eugene George

Drama

Dearest Mother

Dearest Mother

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A clump of cells was I

Formless, weird and unknown

In your secure abode

Slowly carefully, fearfully

Gained form, shape and shone

O lady-love, Lady of love

In your womb, my God me wove

My inward parts he formed,

With your blood, I was warmed

You inhaled me with life

My tiny lungs bloated in strife

My whole world was you,

All my fears, worries few

In you I leaped, I danced

At times kicked by chance

All you bore with joy


Your words I could feel

Your love I could touch

Your smile I could sense

Your life I could live

The day came to part

With Pain for Both set apart

Out was I crying for joy

You brought me forth with a joyous cry

Now I deeply understand

Why that intimate bond, between you and I

O God yonder,

I praise you for this lady wonder called Dearest Mother.


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