The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Sep 21, 2006
Real Mother
A woman came,
She came to a doctor;
She told the god,
'I want to be mother.'
'I knew,' said the doctor.
'I want to be real mother.'
'What is that?'
The way nature works
The way earth moves,
The way universe rules.
No scissors.
'You may be at risk.'
'I can die for my kid,' declared the mother.
Oh! Mother!
Is it a dream,
Or revolt to the painless mother,
The mother's lack of little,
The little to feel,
To feel the pleasure of motherhood?
We love them best,
Who are difficult to possess.
Real mother, dear mom!
Live long, live long.
