Like Onion
/…the strength of our unity
And resounding love in our vicinity
Mother's bowel kept me warm despite the cold
I'd always be grateful even though I grow old
How with groans she went through labor
Helpless she was even though I was her neighbor
She screamed father's name like it's his fault
But I'll come to know that to be a pregnant woman's default
She'd cry and beg for the Lord…
By Comano MacFriday