Is there anything, mum, what you
always wanted for me,
and I've never had it?
Did you wish for me something,
and I gave you only my dark eyes?
What were you imagining I will be like
while keeping me inside you,
did you hope I will be like
this I am now?
What thoughts were passing by your mind
in time of your blind pregnacy
when your stomach is your only sense?
Come on, tell me, did I disappoint you,
even a little?
You will say I did not, you love me,
but admit me, I do know--
I'm not the flower you've planted
My mother and me
