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29 Oct

My Mother

     My Mother
Lot of strength she earned
her health was waning
passive movements she felt
she was anxious
looking forward to birth and baby
excited too yet impatient
even when pain lurked her
tired, sweaty and cold shakes pertubed her
compressions she felt
and all what she wanted 
was to call her soulmate near her
mother inside her evoked
the placenta is delivered 
baby is born
her heart was filled with pride
swollen and puffy yet blue eyes
tiny little hands and feet 
nothing brings more joy to her than her baby
first little smile and tear that baby shed
that day in her life
her heart lit up
a light that can last a life 

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