| The Thief |
| Would you rob me of my motherhood? Of the chance to hold my bundled joy? I thought I'd suffered long enough. I thought I'd suffered well. You took my head-- Two times, I'm told. You may have had my heart. You took my lungs a year ago. Would you take a precious part? Each day I bleed a drop for you. How many have I bled? As you've taken heart, A lung, One more, And taken, twice, my head. Now would you take a precious part, And steal my womb away? Would you rob me of my bundled joy? It seems to cruel to say. |