Angel's Journey

My life began today;

Oriented am I to be a little ‘angel’ girl, as they say

With brown eyes and a tiny nose,

I wish that’s just like mom’s.

I am a secret vast and epic:

For it might break my parents

Into a world of beauty

When they learn of me: A creation aesthetic.

I have grown...

A little bigger are my limbs,

Yet too small am I,

Too tiny am I,

To do anything of mine on my own.

But no worries,

For her, in whose interior dwell I

Does everything for me....

My mother is the best,

She does all for me.

Oh! Little has my mouth started to part.

A bit more into my journey of life

I shall be talking, smiling and laughing with all my heart,

Saying aloud my thoughts

And “Mummy” will be my first word,

That I know.

My arms and legs are taking shape,

Someday

On my own I shall be taking my baby steps...

And, mommy-daddy will be there at my rescue

At the right moment when I tumble.

It’s so funny

My now grown fingers are too tiny...

One day my mom will hold these fingers

And show me the shiny world outside,

And, when i try to free my hand from her’s in the crowd,

She’ll scold me angrily

Teaching me manners.

The doctor informed my mother

That I live within her, today.

Delighted she must be...

I think she has already told dad about it.

They must be making plans of my welcome now;

Thinking of how to hold me in their arms;

Planning to not scold me;

And deciding the limit of freedom they’ll allow.

I wonder what names are they thinking for me....

I wonder what dresses they’ll buy for me...

I wonder how strict they’ll be...

I wonder how people will be...

I wonder what the world outside will be.

A few more months just

And I’ll be out...

Is life too tough? I don’t know.

Mommy will be my care-taker, and daddy will be my guard,

And I?

I will walk through life soft and hard...

It had been 3 months and 17 days,

I had high hopes:

To face the world, to overcome every hurdle;

To feel mom’s tender kisses on my cheeks

And to receive those tight embraces from dad which I imagined.

But, today my dear mommy killed me:

Killing an angel’s life before it started,

Spilling water on the pages of the book of life which was never even written, alas!

I desire answers..But, my voice has been killed to death

And, aloud it never came.