To embrace motherhood,
is a dream to every woman.
Even if not in mood,
Fortunate if chosen.
The anguish, the pain,
all magically vanished.
When a child is born,
The moment is cherished.
The tiny hands,
Held the fingers tight.
The flush of colours,
red, pink, yellow lite.
Wrapped in a cloth,
Curled up beside.
As If, still in womb,
tedium day and night.
How frightless, calm, soothed,
she relied upon me.
When opened her wee, bright eyes,
She frowned with a ‘pee’.
Her mischievous eyes,
her untainted charm .
She whimpered to be heeded,
to be held, close in my arms.
Incredible aptitude,
a portion of thee,
A human from women,
born of me.
As stepped into motherhood,
I was reborn.
Accountable for all she does,
From the day my child was born.