Patch Of Green

Wish had a patch of green,

To till and call mine,

When the seeds are sown,

It is the news you get when you conceive.

The first twig,

The turns and kicks of a baby,

The first leaves,

The first cry of a baby.

Oh! How I wish had a patch of green,

To call my own,

When the rain showers,

The new leaves and flowers

Would give me a sense

Of achievement,

The trunk of the trees,

Would give me a sense

Of Motherhood,

Or is it the feeling,

Of being the Creator,

Is this how it feels to be God??

Like a boy once asked me,

Who had sown a cherry seed

And seen,

It grow into a tree!

Oh! How I wish had a,

Teeny weeny patch of green,

A bit of green,

To call my own

Oh! How I wish

Oh! How I wish