My child, sorry that I'm not sorry-
nor ever shed a tear like I did before.
I pat my back for sending you back
than to make you live in this wrecked world.

My child, sorry that I'm not sorry
for I never wish to cover you in my arms.
Of course, it is not your fault but I let you
Don't forget the twelve weeks you rest in me.

My child, sorry that I'm not sorry-
I conceived you, and stopped you breathing.
It seemed so sudden and unexpected
But know that I prefer fun over you.

My child, don't come crying in my dreams
I feel guilty for making no mistake.
I pat my back for sending you back
You should be happy I did that to you.

© Limatoshi Longkumer