Birth

Process of birth,

Is a long long wait,

Nurturing and caring,

through nights and days.

And if I tell you,

Would you believe?

I've never been as lucky,

as the day I conceived.

I could feel you in me,

Even before you were formed,

Celebrating your presence,

With every hour that passed.

And let me tell you,

You were mischievous,

Kicking and boxing the walls,

With your tiny legs and arms.

And then came the day,

To bring you into this world,

You cried as you left your room,

And I as I welcomed you here.

How can I forget the day,

That promoted me as a mother,

It cost me some pains and tears,

But with a big gift in return.

When I held you for the first time,

Your size was a bit more than a palm,

That fragile body and tender feel,

Gave me goose bumps as I clasped.

But soon I learnt the ways,

To hug and hold, to play and roll,

And I was learning together,

As with you I was born as a MOTHER.