Mom's Warmth

Dear Mom, just look at me

I'm like an alien for the rest of the world

Even papa never wanted that

I would be welcomed by them all.

I find myself misfit, inappropriate

I want to live but I don't.

Mom, be my world either

Or hide me in your womb.

Start countdown for my satiate soul

My body needs rest.

Mom, I wanna feel grace again to tie

With umbilical cord once again.

Feed my emotions again in your womb.