Parturition

23,December,2020 by

Our birth on earth,
meant a woman
was in spirals,
of the sun,
walking on,
a moon bun
Crown on her head
beaming stars,
radiant lustrous,
but not on Mars
Own identity,
on planet earth,
at the time of birth
Then paper identity,
comes first,
Second birth,
paper person first
Remember the spirals,
of sun,
the woman
that helped create,
and deliver
an individual one,
keep hold,
of that picture,
vivid dazzling sun,
maintain the,
individual one
Your birth
on earth,
was never,
conveyor belt first,
manufacturing,
to fill the purse