Sunday, September 21, 2008

Mother's day

We forget to thank our mother on every birthday, while she fought the battle years ago to show you the Earth. To me every being's birthday is his/her mother's day.

BORN ABERTH

There lay a woman fighting death
But know she fighting another life
Therealong the whole struggle struggle,
Whether feed in pain or smile in her struggle

The pain never in men, we men
Forget the greatest pain this women,
But struggle see both in pain,
Pray all for her pain not vain

All those sweet deca months
Awaited this day your birthday
All this woman your mather, do bother,
While she remains weakened your birth, a feather

All we see in joy and to enjoy,
This day every year and she your dear
Would taste sugar for that she, you
This world years ago, tasted poison

Never we let her joy for her
Both inside and outside her
And she like worms under boots
The stampede seeking to sprout our life

And care for her life, do care she?
Its this day your’s mother’s day
And world never (sleeps) naps without mother’s day all day.