With heavy heart and tore minds
With punctured faith and ill hope
They go about with childlessness
Only God knows the pains they nurse within
But I guess its far beyond their reasonings
They go about with fruitless thought
Wondering why life is so unfair
"I was decent and never wayward
I am healthy and medically I am fit
But why and why me in the world of motherhood"
With rolling tears on their faces
Their beds are soak in montly tears But Only those in their helpless shoe
Can feel the gravity of their trying time
Wipe ur tears oh madame ,
The red sea shall soon vanish
Like a baby I can hear them crying
Each time they notice their monthly flow
When will my story change
When will I breastfeed my own child
That I also can be called a mother .
Oluwagbemi poems initiative
31-07-2022
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