Motherhood

The shrill cry of the newborn
Infuses new life
Within the bogged down young mom
Wearied and shattered
Swollen and bruised
Past suffering the long hours of labor
Like a dream come true
The most-awaited bawl
Dissipates all weariness
Makes her feel victorious
Overwhelmed and
Full of wonderment
With the strange power of Nature
And
At her own capacity.
In the manifestation of a tot
The bundle of joy
Is a bounty from God
A boon.
She feels sanctified
Bringing a new life
Into the materiality
No less a miracle for her
It’s only a woman who can conceive
And bear the baby in her womb,
Irrigate with her blood,
And usher it in the elements
Salute motherhood!