My First and Best Memory

 ” From her womb to her arms, from her arms to her hand, to far away and rest with her, my mother”

Memorable it was, the day I was born,

when my birth was announced with a conch horn.

Mother, father, Uncles and Aunts all surrounded,

saying my cry was beautifully sounded.

I could see myself roaming in their hands,

struggling to hold me, leaving their errands.

Trying to find some humor in their faces,

while my features scored some praises.

Then, I finally reach my mother,

as my pain made her bother.

That was when I was feeling like home,

loved and protected in a caring dome.

 

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