Here is my son. . .
The old woman was just burdening you
Nine months. . .
Grab your darkness on your night. . .
When I was still. . . so lumps of meat. . .
Give life in your womb. . .
As for the first time I breathed air on
this mortal span. . .
After you fight between life and death
I am only able to give you anxiety and anxiety but your fatigue I never heard of. . .
As a song of my sigh. . .