Sweet Mothers Love
sweet mothers love,
her wide hand spread of love,
petting my head, to slip and sleep,
to forget our sorrow of reality,
Mothers love of a sweet heart being,
thy hand ready to clean my morning faeces,
fear cruise thy hand, at my shivering head,
kpom kpom of a desperate heart beat.
cry not mother, oh sweet mother!
thy cry accused me of my wicked act,
place thy hand on my head,
say those word of my like been, to erase thy fear.
sweet mother! on whose bossom i slept,
for nine months, feed on and built up,
you are the purest of souls,
stay; stay till, thou feed from me....................................
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