My little miracle


Into my womb, she came,
With her, she brought faith.
Testing me every other month,
With names that had my heart go numb.

Motherhood as old as the world,
Always come with a scare that makes you go cold.
Every mother here,
Will vouch for this fact without fear.

Yet we indulge in it,
A journey laborious yet sweet,
That leaves scars on our bodies,
Yet our heart and mind fulfilled.

Mine was one such journey,
Like the potter, she held me inside,
While life chiselled me outside,
Rooted in faith was all she asked,
To deliver the miracle that she was.




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