To Be a Mother
Aching ,as if she has crushed bones
But that is not what she cares about
She worries about her little bundle
She just wants to hold him tight
Her body has no strength to move
But all she wants is to just look
See the face of her baby for the first time
See whether her dreams and reality rhyme
All she has gone through ,is rewarded
By that first touch ,with that first hug
It takes too much to be a mother
But it is so special ,to be a mother
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