Only A Mother

A sperm, one among many

Squirted in sublime ecstasy

 Hit the bull’s eye

And crowned you with potent paternity

While a nauseous trimester stinking puke

Blessed the buds of my mortal maternity.

Maneuvering cravings, cramps

And miserable mood swings

 Slapped I was by abusive neglect.

The masks were torn, the play had ended

And when into the streets I blended

 I was nothing but only a mother.

My womb I wrought in iron

To nourish a breathless tremor,

Wrecking my sleep

And pushing my bladder

And then I lay-a specimen under trained eyes

My contractions only that of a mother.

The folds of a family not lost but left

Warmed to blind the bewildered eyes,

the mother of their child, grandchild.

But I will not stand a test by fire

You are outlawed and I am no wife.

Just a mother, only a mother