My little World

By Neha Goel

 Your first touch, so gentle, I cried hard with my eyes dry;
 Strange voices echoing & cheering my first ever cry.
 Wrapped up softly in your arms, felt cozy and warm;
 Yet with fear trapped inside, it was far from calm.
 
 Recurring thoughts of that darkness while curled up inside, was no choice;
 A reassuring blessing it was to identify amongst many, your familiar voice.
 With sunlight so bright on your face, I knew I was with you;
 Clinging on more tightly, I quietly cherished ‘the moment’ much due.
 
 Secretly admiring the thought of my coming, you were prepared all along;
 You watched me grow from a pea-sized being into a baby foot long.
 Your nine-month roller coaster ride saw steeps - with no warning or clue;
 My journey, not as eventful; I constantly wondered -when am I due?
 
 Your fast life took a much-awaited special moment of ‘pause’ 
 To let you soak into a tub of joys & absorb changes like it never before was.
 But mom, my life had changed too, a new beginning…ready to ‘mould’
 I too waited long enough to watch the story of my life unfold.
 
 You got busier by the day & each day so unpredictable;
 Plans for the day were disturbed & you felt lost & irritable.
 Sleep seemed a distant past & nights so drift;
 Yet you smiled & gathered all the energy for the next shift!
 
 Slowly, we adapted to our own smooth routine;
 Exploring the little world around me, I was so keen.
 Putting to display my newly acquired skills each week;
 Made your eyes sparkle with pride, I took a close peek.
 
 You showered your love with hugs, blessings and toys;
 My little gestures became your biggest joys.
 Rolls & crawls, my tiny feet did it all to take the first walk;
 Overjoyed, you began babbling words from my dictionary of baby talk.
 
 You sang lullabies & read bedtime stories to me;
 You held back your desires to dream big for me.
 I wish to wipe the dust off your book of desires, to refill ink and colour;
 Seeing you smile always with your head held high is my deepest desire, mother.