A child can die even in the safest place on earth- its mother's womb!

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

My arrivalHer womb’s delightHer existenceMy living lightHer woundsMy scarsHer skiesMy starsHer daysMy hoursHer strengthMy powersI breathe my name Being her childWithout motherLife’s beguiledFrom the poem 'Mother

If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mother's womb again