reverberation thoughts

On Becoming A Mother

Retrospecting the moment I became a mother.

This day a few decades back.

 I was just out of college,

Right out of my examination hall,

A few months over twenty-one,

Holding my mother”s  hand,

I walked into the hospital.



Biting my lips,

Squeezing my hands,

Trembling with fear

Squirming in pain,

I got into labour.



The Gynaecologist  is  at work,

Engaged in the process,

My mother  pats my head,

As I endure the pain,

While going through labour



It is a girl, cries the Doc,

Nay, it is a boy,calls the nurse,

As the baby glides through

I smile in exhaustion,

 While  I  hold my son close .



 He is a pinkish hue,

With a velvety black hair,

His bright big eyes

And dainty lips

Make me swell  with pride.


 The day , this year.

My son, though a man now,

Is still  a babe to me,

I love you  so much dear!

I send my  bounteous blessings

While you  .celebrate your birthday 

Miles away from me.












By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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