Nine Months And Beyond...
Pure as a dewdrop,
Charming as an angel, as a bloom.
Tender as a touch,
Fair as a pearl, as a moon.
Resting inside my body,
Nine months of heavenly bliss.
Painting the moments every day,
When I'll hold you in my arms to kiss.
It's a weary job of ornamenting life,
We both will gradually discover.
Stepping on these highly coveted shoes,
It's not easy being a mother.
Music of your babbling,
Dancing of your beautiful eyes.
Sucking off your own toes,
And, the late nights babies specialize.
Juggling this happiness,
Don't know which one I'll cherish more.
Simply awed by this experience,
Being a mother, I'll definitely adore.
*This is a work of fiction.