she lent her house, to shelter me, to feed me, to grow me
a seed that germinated, a seed that grew perfect in God's image
the house was warm and cozy, it came from a deep will
she charged no rent,
i inhabited for nine months, ten if you count conception
hearing strange noises i never doubted
i was cocooned, not bothered, unafraid
she didn't sing to me, instead she waited quietly
she could have waited forever,
she feared the baby blues again,
they scared her, but she kept this secret from me
inside her i played with God
imagine her surprise when i came out!
a message form God on my forehead like a message in a bottle
a reminder that she lent her house, and it would be okay
those dam baby blues would end with me.
No comments:
Post a Comment