I cuddled as an infant.
I cried, I screamed, I puked...
Made noices, the reasons for
I never realised.
But my mother understood those
For she fed me from her breast,
Pampered me to sleep.
Twenty and odd years have galloped by.
No longer on the lap of my mother
Do I cuddle like an infant.
Yet, I cry, I scream, I yell...
Make noises and I'm aware of
the reasons for it.
How strange?
No longer does my mother understand those
For she too cries, screams, yells...
With me and spend many sleepless nights,
Worrying for her kid.
