In safe darkness
Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
#6NaPoWriMo : Little seed growing
Image does not belong to me
In safe darkness
In safe darkness
Protected by love’s cloak
A tiny heart beat begins.
Mama, can you hear
me?
I am your baby.
Swimming in a pool
Eyes shut
Hands in fist-
A little seed growing.
Sing again, mama.
I love your voice.
In this pouch
Hidden from another world
Holding onto the life cord
Waiting for the release.
The sound of your
laugh
Is beautiful, mama.
A ray of light somewhere
eyes open to see colors
the first feel of oxygen
and human’s touch.
I’m here mama.
Labels:
baby,
mother,
NaPoWriMo April,
Poem,
womb
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This is a beautiful poem, Manisha. Happy Birthday again ^.^ I love it, just the type of thing to read out at a baby shower, don't you think? Really sweet <3
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Olivia! <3
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, it would made a great read at a baby shower.