Natures Bell On Motherhood
You emerge out of a million, sit on that luck
becoming a great winner out of a competitive flock.
My hands feel you in whole-from head to buttock
I cannot lose count b’cos its nine month near the clock.
With your movement, to me, you always talk.
Doing that well, while trying to walk,
kicking right and left, I feel your knock.
You swim in the fluid of my happiness like a duck
and fly in the confidence of care like Hawk.
Sustained by a mother’s protection piled in stock
receiving its elements, bulk after bulk.
Waiting for nature’s bell as definitive as a rock
joy, blending with pain- as at me, it’ll peacefully mock.
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