40 weeks of caring. 40 weeks of caring.

I stopped Expecting I stopped Expecting

Someone who kicks, pulls, taps and moves to make me smile, Someone who kicks, pulls, taps and moves to make me smile,

The poem describes the agony of how a mother died delivering a baby girl. The poem describes the agony of how a mother died delivering a baby girl.

And realize you are not coming back anymore. And realize you are not coming back anymore.

Just like the trees..birds...and sky! Just like the trees..birds...and sky!