Bright is the light all around,
New faces new sound.
As I open my tiny eyes,
Glory and marvel is all I find.
Smiling faces, happiness around
Saying something but I can’t make out.
In the midst I heard a jingle
That was a sound which I always found
Giggled, cried, angry, funny sometimes,
But I could recognize that was a similar sound.
The angel she seemed, the savior from the crowd
That was none other but my creator
my MOTHER I found.
Time flew, I grew. Tall as she was I too grew,
But still for her I was the small little girl
Who needed her every time and then.
I would fight argue with her,
As if I was right and she was wrong.
Freedom -as if it was my birthright.
Silently she would let me do,
Praying for my success all day through.
More I realized how are mom’s
When I was about to be a mom.
The pain and love she had for me,
Now I realized what it all meant to be.
The fear and anger, the worry and cry,
The hurt and anguish all that emotions.
I was awestruck and scared to hold
the exquisite and delicate gift now I owe.
For every little angel gifted by god
Is exquisite and glorifying in nature.
And every emotions that moment brings
Are words unsaid and exquisite to feel.