Nine months

Written by: Irfana Ali Bhat

For nine months I wove  garments of soft wool
Each knot I wove ,is  wrapped in endless love 
Dreaming of holding you ,caressing you in  my lap
How  would It feel to touch your soft lips?
How would it feel to touch that baby skin?
What emotions would that first look, evoke in me?
Dreaming dreams of you, counting each day going by
Trying to figure what your each movement is conveying
Just be sure baby, that your mother is waiting


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