The Exquisite feeling

Exquisite

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.