It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me.
I owned your voice
It was shaped and tuned to soothe me.
Your arms were molded
In a cradle to hold me, to rock me.
The scent of your body was the air
Perfumed for me to breathe.
Mother, During those early dearest days.
I did not dream that you had.
A large life which included me,
For I had a life
Which was only you.