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My little one

My palm caress you still within,
as I walk and struggle to breath in.
My heart races with happiness,
waiting for you in wanderness.
I have chosen the drapes, the bassinet,
the flowers and a pretty bonnet.
I have stitched a sweater for winter,
sound proofed the walls from banter.
I have picked soft cotton and silk,
in line with best food and my milk.

Amidst the fields of maize I walk,
as I feel your kick for small talk.
I giggle aspiring for a naughty child,
it was all silent conversation.
My heavy footing still very mild,
as I stare into series of imagination.
Your essence I carry is a gift,
the dreams of your future is a bliss.
Hustling into a long drift,
I hug my bump and kiss.

I pick the best bedtime stories,
the lullabies and Indian lories.
The light of twilight pierces through,
but my eyes go blur and gloom.
A purge of crack as I withdrew.
I hit the floor below chandelier's loom.
My lips go dry as the pain grows high,
my eyes do cry in the vain of break nigh.
I scream to save you,
I cripple to have you.

Next twelve hours I lay dead,
on unfamiliar sheets and bed.
The last I remember is the siren,
the ambulance cornering at the horizon .
I blink my eyes sensing a rebirth,
and you lying next to me with clout girth.
I cry elated,
my body still bated.
You are perfect definition of bless,
I care to give you nothing less.

You chuggle your tiny head,
bouncing with your bum so red.
my weak hand holds you gently,
you hold my finger bluntly,
arrogance is not harsh but cute,
showing that you are strong and not mute.
You make me proud already,
wordlessly showing you are steady.
My life is your growth,
your hold is a reliable oath.

Your playful retreat,
the bonding and actions are a revery.
Your laughs and cries severe sweet,
akin to my tranquility and bravery.
My love showers you,
your heart a blossom of flower in dew.
My tears smudge you,
your movements like a writer's cue.
I fumble in your path,
it's a mother's vow to show you heights,
I take all your wrath,
it's your mother's vow to give you rights.
The greatest award I have won,
is you my little one.

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