I was silent, when she gave you to
me. Struggling with tears, I clubbed your fragile body sophistically into my
arms. There was fear in my eyes, as if I was holding my own beating heart. You
were just like a bubble with palpitating nerves, your bits of moan would seem
like a symphony, your smell made me feel more alive or that was fragrance of
your touch.
Since, I have been
enjoying the collision of emotions, sunsets, autumn, dawn and… motherhood, how
come you filled the void of her absence. I would love to be called your Mumma.
