Fighter

I, as a foetus in the womb, am a born fighter. 

Kept bouncing here and there wherever I was pushed to, still survived. 

Rocked a million miles moving tender hands and legs just to be pushed to an unknown world. 

Oh my strong senses, helped me recognise my mother, whose lap brought me heaven all day long and nights. 

Her arms cuddled me to say that I am safe. 

The toddler me, the teen me, the adolescent me grew up with much joy and mom's hug comforted me each time I got hurt. 

Fighter me decided to race with people and survive. N the flight took off. I knew mother's arms are always open to cuddling me. 

Mother me now, is still a fighter, juggling while switching on to different roles and still pouring heart out and shower all love. 

Fighter me now with new normal is still wanting to get embraced in mother's arm and once again feel the warmth and love which is only meant for me.