Mother Poem by Rifhan Miller

So you are striving to show some human in you
by leaving a trail of sorrow with every regret.
tears you shed at every door.
You put me on show at every floor.
So I’ll show some human for you.
With your talk of dependence and need for me,
I ought to drown with you;
But below you.

I wish my arms were stronger.
I wish to hide you: effectively
you should recover and mend
without that blanket of pity
with that last trace of sadness at its tail.
It'll clothe you till you’ve fully
lost me in the sorrow you're designed.

So you thought clumsily carrying me
On your toes, in your womb,
would melt me into you: indefinitely
You thought you'd lug me anywhere you'd plan to:
the frontiers of bliss
where your misgivings await dormant.
You knew you’d love me more after I’d drowned.

I should weave you a quilt sewn with my memories
and envelope you; conceal you: infinitely
For nine months I’ll nurture with my trail of sorrow;
My biography
And maybe you’ll melt down below
And I’ll love you more after you've drowned first.