My Poem To My Mother

Mother

 

Within your womb I am surrounded,

by a love that will always be there

And the next nine months I will be part of you,

everything we will share

The soft and tender caresses,

I can feel through your ever soft skin

With your patience and understanding,

it will be your heart I need to win

I will be your little miracle,

and this poem is just for you

Never thought I would be thinking this,

after all we are going through

I know I will be a happy child,

and thank God every single day

I thank him for being blessed,

in every single way

You know I will be an easy baby,

as you will hold me for a while

Every day will pass with giggles,

and you will love my little smile

I know you both have waited,

over the long and painful years

And maybe thought it would never happen,

and kept on hoping through the tears

I wish you both lifelong happiness,

and perfect parental bliss

and I hope to grow up like you and Father,

I could not hope for more than this.

 

By Nick Sym

Hello Nick,

That is just beautiful, thank you for sharing it with us.
There is nothing like a Mother.  God couldn't be everywhere so He Created MOTHER'S.

God Bless
Gaby

Hi Nick,

This was so lovely.  Thank you so much for sharing it with me.  Dad's are remarkable people, but there is certainly nothing like Mom.

Blessings,

Beryl

The Deliverer Locked in a tummy by love, I know that high above me is mommy I know not what a mommy is nor what I am I just know I am and Soon I will be, and what will I be…they will tell me. I am inside in a fluid, I heard a voice say and I have three more months And will emerge on that day. With thumb in mouth…what’s a day? I move slowly and stretch restlessly and I know I get bigger and wait But for what I do not know. I feel a pressure building on me and I slowly Turn around and now I’m going gently up and down. I am more restless now and the pressure is building on me. I hear the words Push....and my head begins to feel a greater pressure and I am on my way. Soon my head is free but I cannot see and pressure forces my shoulders free Then they see me. I know not what I am but I hear baby and know I am a baby…what’s a baby? I am covered in blood and am slippery and slowly they wash me. I hear all they Say and welcome all they do and now I must leave inside as I have delivered the Baby to you. For you from your Dad….