A little girl
No can’t be I wirled
She kicked with a vengeance
And turns with no penance
A punch over here
Get me out I hear
For my belly grew bigger
Whilst the babe climbed like a rigger
Up into my chest
Never to rest
9 months I carried you
Whilst you burped and cooed
Tonight my heart broke
You laughed like I joked
I cried you did not ring
Whilst you continued to sing
I fretted all night
We’re you in a fight?
No text no sound
Your phone on silent mode
Were you in a gutter
Killed by a nutter
I could not sleep
But continued to weep
I must now let you go
So you will now grow
Into a lady you’ll be
A fierce one I see
A heart of pure gold
Cold yellow and bold
Ghost words of the imaginings 
a mother to the bone
is loving
and will not leave
her girl
alone
til she
knows she is loved
cradle to coffin!
LikeLiked by 1 person