Blessed To Be A Mother

I writhed in pain

The world seemed dark with fear

The sweet cries of you my dear

Filled me with pride.

The immense pain vanished

In fraction of seconds

That I underwent to bear.

The dream I started weaving

The day my love germinated

Inside my womb.

It was celestial to feel

A life evolving inside

With the cute little kicks

Tingling in my tummy.

Gradual changes in me

With life growing inside me

Making me gorgeous

Day by day.

With each passing hour

Edging near hope

With a faith

To feel soft and supple

Over the nine months

Appear to be true.

As you lay on my chest

Cute little mouth moved over my nipples

And milk overflowed to quench your thirst.

The small little fingers

Clinging on my arms with a faith

Cute little eyes twinkling

Gaze fixed on my face.

The feeling was awesome

Which words can’t hold.

Blessed to be a Mother

Of this cute little soul.

© Ila Varma 10/10/2015