Mother

Oh mother, I am so weary; can you not gather me in your arms and never let me go. Oh mother, my arms are outstretched in supplication, in supplication for your embrace; but you are never here, never near. I beseech you to hear my voice crying; crying out for you; mother, mother, mother, mother, mother. Oh mother, I am the child you bore; the child you tore. Would it have been better if I had never come from your womb? I am; I am a motherless child. I stretch out my life force in supplication; in supplication; receive me. I am your child; your first born. Receive me for I have done no wrong. Hold me to your breast forever.