Labour Pains
They held hands for the first time.
She , still a virgin.
Him , still a virgin.
A beautiful night of companionship,
That lasted a life time,
On that night of innocence,
As the bonding was formed.
A boy tiny in form was made.
Though tiny but a handsome miniature
Very mettlesome a kick to the womb,
Music to the ears of his folks.
This was no flaccid baby,
But a Conqueror in the making.
Showered by love moulded by sacrifice
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