My Mother and I

a poem by Sheela Chalapathi ramananda, India

I am my parents' future lying
snugly in my mother's womb.
I am very special to my mother,
so she has bound me by cords to
give shape to my body and mind.
From conception to delivery
from the cosmic to the physical
I am my mother's special gift
to the world and humankind.

Day by day I grow in form
feeding on nutrients and love
supplied continuosly by her.
I remind her of my presence
by kicking and buffeting her
with my little limbs and head.
And I make her look ludicrous
with an overblown tummy.
But I know she does not mind
as she is next only to God Almighty
in the sacred task of creating LIFE.

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