First Cry
When I woke up one morning;
I knew there was something.
The feeling was too drowsy.
Every moment became lazy.
I chewed everything;
Grilled, sweets, pasta and all appetizing.
My mouth could say yummy,
Satisfied! affirmed my big tummy.
Months had been passed.
This 9th was a different one,
You enjoyed moving and rolling inside,
So achy and aired a big "Ouch! ".
My mother uttered a silent prayer,
Your dad kept on walking here and there,
I never stopped walking despite of pain,
This so called "labor" was a worthy task.
Continuous discomfort tremendously felt,
The doctor said it's your time to come out.
A little push....harder push...and the hugest push... took out.
At 12:59 am, Thank God I heard your first cry.
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