FOR A NINE MONTHS
For a nine months For a nine months You carried me everywhere with you. To the market, to the well, to the garden and to the smoke choked kitchens. You keep me close as my own shadow inside of you, I fed on what you fed and when I excreted, I did into you. Everyday I grew heavier so did you and I kicked harder each day, from within you could hear me cry when I am hungry and angry. For a nine months, you caressed me inside of you. You messaged me when I could not sleep you did not rest, until I did rest first. Even though I were only inside you. You could hear me snore away into sleep. So calmly and gently my arms and legs coiled warmly and I stayed safe from the dust and dust of this earth. For a nine months I formed legs, first head then I round chest. Each come into Sharpe, perfectly. As a potter bring to Sharpe the lovely curves of his art. In there I grumbled what is mined. But yet freely you gave me. For a nine months The food, t
