A mother-to-be to a mother of a new born
That long waiting
Of Months, and weeks
Of days and seconds to pass by
From the moment
A new life sprouted inside
My whole world changed
To welcome the little one
To our paradise on earth
The sound of his first heart beat
The feel of his first touch
The bonding of love
For the one in my womb
Looking at my new born
With life and blood, and crying aloud..
Showered a rainbow of colours
In my heart and life
Tired I feel lying on this bed
My heart yearns to touch him
To kiss him and embrace him
He is a part of me
He is my little angel
He is my perfect gift from God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem with a motherly feeling and anxiety of early arrival of that fulfilling day. nice write.