The day I knew,
I was being blessed by you,
Myself overjoyed
To cherish Motherhood.
The joy lasted but a few days;
My dreams shattered.
Dreams cradle broke,
Even before it could bloom.
The tiny fingers held back,
From embracing me.
The toes never kicked again against my womb................
........The little one entered the heavenly abode sinless.
A blessing in this world of despair.
My unborn child peeped from above,
From the far twinkling stars;
Cried aloud...
: I missed your Love, Ma!:
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