Guardian’s A Birth mother’s catechism Take on “who do you think you are?”
A General application
Who do you
think you are?
A child cosy in
hugged warmth
Kicking the
walls of embryo .
Who do
you think you are?
A new
arrival soon heard
Cacophony around
me .
Who do you think you are?
Fearing the
warring world.
Who do you think you are?
One Shuddering
to know
The numismatic value
Of the world , only value.
Who do you think you are?
A small speck,
a pebble,
In this inordinately
cruel world.
Who do you think you are?
Withal a Gifted,
to know
The boon
of His
Mercy.
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