Mother.

I wrestled in her womb
She murmured with tears
And vomited me like food

She cuddled me
In my cradle as her pet
I fart, she cackles, smirking

I cried, she smiled, nursing me
I fuss, she blows flowering wind
In my ears warmly

In the dimmed murky night
She holds my feeding bottle
Lulling me, till nap take me
To the wings of rest
Then she dims her eyes to sleep

One with pet mother
Will make pollen flower
To fall, without blowing of wind
And prettify space with bliss

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