Bringing Up A Daughter

A small blip on my scan was,

Love at first sight with my baby...

Trimesters symbolized seasons, at times it was voiceless and at times it was blooming with energy,

Telling me that she is with me always.

Her feet which was in the amnios till then,

Now touched my hands.

The first tender step that she took, made me think that I am walking on water.

The first utterance from her mouth, made me think I was born with a golden spoon.

Her fingerprints symbolized the branches of the tree just like her mom's, growing day by day

Indicating that her life is far bigger to be envisioned in her palm.

A fire raged within her just like her mom, to present a memento to this milky way

That will stand ever worthwhile in this universe.

Everyday, she came a step closer to the woman I am now.