For you

For you

Eggs were hatching,

But rats were out.

The carpet looked like a curtain

The base, confused.

Before I was born,

Sickness came in thick air

To propose to the virus-prone stage,

To blow, the wind refused.

I was born still,

With sadness that cried,

You made faces to make me laugh,

My purpose was to live,

For you!

03 January 2015