His birth was just a biological event Born with him a thousand emotions inexpressible and ever rising Feeding him With shares his and hers He grew into a charming lad Old enough to graze Her eleven cows It was his birthday And she had added another cow To count to his age As the special supper sumptuously simmered Cows the whole dozen Were back in time cowherd astray That fateful day she lost her dear The line of control he unknowingly crossed She fought With shadows at blurring heights Talks held Treaties flipped All in vain Each night her pillows wet Each dawn Her wait begun A childless mother a nightmare she refused to accept One by one The cattle count grew She never failed her practice It kept her well at body and mind All the prayers All the love All those years of endless hope brought back her son Bodily weak but strong within Came back to his loving mother and cattle... a double dozen.
my days...my lines