This is voice of unborn children expressing his/her feelings from inside.. Title--- Mother I will wait. I am clench inside her bowl, so my toes and fists, Substance so jelly, I float and stretch When I knock throwing my feet apart She knows I am obstinate to slide off the bowl I feel I am patted with the gesture of affection. Then I agree and say, ýMother, I will wait.ý It is so sanctuary in here, I am motherly honored But canýt help, I am anxious to see her once. She passionately hums, but something she says Perhaps the murmur so rhythmic, I lose the syllables To my confusion, She iterates ýa month or soý Then I agree and say, ýMother, I will wait.ý