Nine children in the bed
when I woke,
in various stages of rest and unrest,
growth and hormonal experimentation.
(You’d think nature would have
perfected it by now. But she’s only a mother
afterall.)
Each of these nine children,
soon to be young men,
some too soon,
faces dulled and blurred,
ambiguous and angry.
Despite that I knew
that everyone of them
was me. I alighted
with a quiet gasp and slipped away
leaving myself behind
nine of mine,
they slept
and slept
and slept.
Note: This is an exercise I found on this guy’s blog. It’s called Three Word Wednesday. He chooses 3 words and you write something containing them.
These three were Ambiguous, Nine and Slept. It’s meant to be on Wednesdays I know but I’m a do-your-own-thing, rebelious kinda guy :]
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
I love the part about how mother nature is only a mother…
It’s sort of makes it like it’s just her job.
And she can’t look after her children forever.
I don’t believe I missed this!!
“I alighted
with a quiet gasp and slipped away
leaving myself behind
nine of mine,
they slept
and slept”
I like the overall effect but the above lines are like some kind of song!
:]
I am very thankful for your comment.
It clouded my heart in a shroud of warmth.
“leaving myself behind
nine of mine”
An imprint of one, a legacy to the world. ^_^ Memorable lines.