Mother

[canohye]

I wish I had met my Delilah;

But it seems she gave birth to me.

I was the end of her moontide

And although it seems too late,

She gave up her freedom for me.

.

It might scar my masculine soul

Had I one. I owed her freedom

And she has found it; perhaps I have only given

My birth-dues.

It seems, I gave up my freedom for her.

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Oh mother, had you learned

As the ways of this new cruel heart would have:

To dispense with love of offspring

Be only and ruthless for yourself

Perhaps you had found

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Living freedom, other than me.