Eulogy ' BIRTH THROUGH KNIFE'

The passage between her thighs was hollow
but my exit was too narrow.
I made her labor in pain,
she never knew the path I could pass to the world.

To her was an eternal dolor
when the tears of labour dripped off her pitiful eyeball.
Unconsciously, she called out on the grim reaper,
' Come and take my life...' She cried.

I remain innocent,
even crying not to leave the cool
nine months inn.
Not until I was delivered through knives.

Galileo pen lord.

This poetic piece expresses the mind of a man who praises his mother who took a lot of pain to bore him to life until a cesarean man took over trials of her labour. The bard therefore appreciates his mother.