By Eileen S.B.
From peeping eyeballs of mine, I maunder all
over to unearth my urchins.
From my bod, every whippersnapper
of this orb procured bread
From my blood, every teenybopper
of this blue marble abtained Adam’s ale.
As a progenitor, I fostered them
underneath my pinion.
As a predecessor, I shielded them
up and down of seasons.
Although they scratched my unrestricted and
uninjured body, How much can I endure?
My little ones took advantage of
my generosity and forgiveness.
My little angels blasted me for
maundering cataclysm and calamities.
My little dolls, which mother can swallow her own babies
mourning and blubber. Why am I persecuted like this?
Wide adventures and exploration of space can familiarize
wild separate creation from later galaxy.
Why my heart trembles for that generation
who will identify a door to abscond me?
Who can be so opportunistic like my little ones
without gratitude and loyalty?
Your own mate chooses an outshined one and
displaced you, How much agony will it be?
Your living sphere I am, not an use and throw product
darlings, why are you so narrowminded?
Your love can restore your mother my beloved,
depart from me after my life ends; Until then stay by my side.