my mother’s womb <br />is Noah’s Ark <br />in which I was saved. <br /> <br />my mother’s womb <br />is the burning bush <br />it engulfed Moses <br />it engulfed me but <br />did not consume me. <br /> <br />her breast milk <br />the waters of The Nile <br />on whose banks I lie <br />and built me a home <br /> <br />in the absence of my father, she feeds me <br />she restores my soul <br />how fortunate I am <br />to have someone to call a mother, <br />with her presence I am safe <br />like the lilies of Sharon<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mother-s-womb/
