A women body is a vessel sperm travels through her to connect to the egg to begin life.
Her body becomes the tank of protection to form a human being.
Bodies stay strong till the final push and the baby emerges into the cold cruel world.
The vessel now disconnected but connected through love.
Still protecting the children in their arms.
The world has changed but the vessel of life hasn't.
At least not yet.
Michele Kalish copyright March 2023 (Micalina)
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Author:
Michele Ann Kalish (Pseudonym) (
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Stoatin' poem!
thank you so much hugs Micalina
OMG, that final line is actually killer! You are a genius poem, and this is quite the reflection. Our world is perpetually disfigured, but that female power is unshakeable.
Dear Rocky
You have made my day and totally get my words. Thanks so much for the wonderful compliment .
Hugs Micalina
*genius poet (to correct my previous message)
But truly you are wise, never stop writing.
Is there a link to the book you wrote btw, I'm pretty curious 🙂
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