Verse Birth
born motherless at 4.15am
this poem is a disruptive
foundling, determined to
come into this world noisily,
a Saturday child that cried
out through the darkness,
wake up, wake up
and give me life,
a weekend child, a boy
a working lad, a gladiator
© Graham R Sherwood 1/25
Manish Singh Rajput
Sat 18th Jan 2025 15:00
"a Saturday child that cried
out through the darkness,
wake up, wake up
and give me life,"
What a beautiful way to put it out, Graham. I loved it!