Cradled

Temper your temper. Let evil prevail not. Transcend through time And relive the day when her womb was yet your only home. Fathom this. The pain. The unbearable. The sacrifice. The ambition dissolved for the sake of you. Now, what have you to give in return? You whom she has cradled from time unknown, even to this very day of consciousness. You whom she has loved in incrompehensible magnitude. You, have nothing in you. Nothing to attain just indemnity. She has lived the Way for you. But what have you to give?