Mother

When I was a kid

I asked my mother

What it is like

To be a mother?

She smiled and told

That it is a promotion

From human to God,

A journey of discovery,

Of another universe

You have created.

It's like writing a

Story without climax,

Bracing your

Entire existence,

This stage fakes

And suck up your

Strength,

It challenges your

Life skills

And demands your 

Nutrients and

Shakes your roots,

It builds a ghost

Castle inside you

Everyday you hear

News of death or rape.

It surrounds and seeks

Drowsy cheers and

Cosy hugs,

When you badly need those,

It's like building

An empire of flowers

Unsure of its foundation

And roaming like a lunatic

Everytime you are late

And breaking like a twig

Everytime you ignore

And jumping like a hare

Everytime you win

And wiping off the sweat

she toasted the bread

For me the fifth time,

When I told her I want to

Be a mother like her.

A.C