Motherhood — Vinz Poetry

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Poetry is in all and sundry From the moment of entry Into eggs, bumps and wombs Till placenta is discarded by midwives. Round the clock, on a mother’s hand, Is an innocent looking child Crying, so sad like the world Is about to come to an end. She pets and worries all night, She stretches […]

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