Ugly Little Creatures

O, Many Arms,    
Embrace me,      
May we marry odds and evens.      
      
Mother said      
We must make amends      
If we’re to ever come to reason.      
       
So gently,      
May you smother me    
And we can share each other’s breathing,      
And listen how      
Collectively,      
Our many hearts are beating.      
       
Learning life,      
With love and laughter,      
Was mother’s greatest lesson,      
But Many Arms,      
How we’re still at odds,      
Even though we share direction.      
       
I hope one day,      
Eventually,      
We may grow to something greater,      
From the ways of which we’d bicker being      
Mother’s
Ugly little creatures.