A Journey To Motherhood

I was a kid back then

and now a mother I am
and it's been a journey
beautiful enough for me.

Learned in chunks
the lessons of life,
now teaching 'em all
back to my child.

When unborn to this world,

I still had dreamt of him.

And now in my arms he lies,

It's hard to believe my eyes.

Tiny little hands on my face,

On my lap, his cheek he keeps,

And hide and seek he plays,

Between my fingers he peeps.

Of wonder and full of awe

Are his acts of innocence,

And naughty, mischievous

His omniscient presence.

Morning he wakes up

First, before sunrise,

Keeps me on my feet

All day long, all night.

And he would continue

His nonstop natural process,

With his never ending games,

Of turning things into mess.

Only God knows his ways,

Little monster that he is.

And when he is in full form,

The entire world is but his.