Opening eyes formerly closed,
I see hearts quite gladdened.
My mother puts me to her breast
But I will not let her rest.
For upon setting foot in a home,
Their emotions I take control.
With their tears and drops of sweat,
My antics they try to resist.
But renew this body I must do.
For I made one a promise to.
So today, I hear my parents wail,
In nine months I will see them smile.
My mother’s tears I do not hate.
I am afraid that’s my fate.
And the cycle will endure,
For I am called Abiku!
©Aweni
Aweni 