Womb

The mystery remains unclear,

Deep within my uterus, you reside unfamiliar.

You are first only a blood clot,

Thriving to be a complete slot.

Nausea, giddiness will fade soon,

Due will be in May or June.

My back aches so badly,

Nevertheless, your wait is driving me crazy.

O God save everyone from those poky shots,

But I have to take them for your immunity, my tiny tot.

Nervous, anxious, I lay on a hospital bed,

The day of you to come to this world is all set.

Push and push with all your might,

The scenario is filled with lots of fright.

Hold your breath says, my doctor,

There are a few more minutes left to complete the picture.

Gasping for breath, exhausted, yet not tired,

The portray of my little one is solely on my mind.

Alas, the cry of the little one I heard just now,

Yes, I won, I heaved a sigh of relief, as I lay down.

That day she was crying, and I smiled with lots of tears,

"Mother", the only crown, that day with hard work I had earned.