A father and a mother all in one.
A mother gives birth to scattered children,
A father looking for the special one.
I am a mother to many children,
stretch marks in my brain to prove it.
A mother gives birth to a still born,
Her solemn tales of grief says it.
An Idea birthed from womb of brain matter,
A brain child nursed by the same father.
These hands have held you before you were born,
These eyes have seen you before I mourn.
A waiting mother, an hopeful father,
A new heart-beat from strive and chance,
Another brain child concieved from circumstance.