The Fruits Of Our Dating – 2
The fruits of our dating
In that room of waiting
In that room of life and death
The bed was bloody red
Where she had bloody bled
And this was where we first metFighting contractions
And wired inaction
She fought till tired and worn
In that lonely room
In our own cocoon
From bleeding flesh they were tornIn the silent peace
Of the aftermath release
She was too exhausted to respond
My child explored
While I adored
And we formed an unbreakable bondI tried to be strong
As I went along
But was guilty of many thoughtless sins
I hope my love is the base
That gives them the grace
To be happy in their own skinsEconomically they strive
As people they thrive
And I’m proud of their success
They’re my lifelong joy
And the love they employ
Is a constant in my happiness
great post
mukul chand
November 30, 2015 at 10:53 am
Thanks…
thus.i.wrote
December 1, 2015 at 10:53 am
welcome
mukul chand
December 1, 2015 at 2:49 pm