Children, mine
but not mine.
Born out of another womb
But blessing was mine
For they paved my path to
nourish the mother within
I wept after goodbye
Craftily, so that they don’t see
Just like the clouds that day
With friendship and tenderness in
heart
Sad, yet proud of the hope to see
Them, peak as human beings
I’ll miss the yearning I saw in their
eyes
The naivety in their presence
And the embraces and tryst with
art
Oh! They leave me with such
uncertainty
Of when we’ll reunite again
But a mother also waits
So it’s alright.
I wonder then,
Why do I need children of my own?
When I already have
Children, mine
but not mine.