This is a mother’s song.
The rhythm she played for her baby before she was born- and when she grew, she added on.
The night I felt you in me.
Is the night I felt one more to the family tree.
The night I knew your mother- I will be
Is the night you were planted in me.
Days passed- my belly grew fat.
My temperature reads with my heartbeats.
I eat for two- for you I had to feast.
I had to make sure I don’t breathe less.
Or else I cut you breathless.
I had to do everything good for both of us- but you first.
Weeks passed- I felt you grow in me.
I felt you kick my tummy.
Then I call your dad to touch and feel the kicks within.
As I stand in front of the mirror, I only see beauty- the one within.
My inner beauty- my baby inside me.
Months passed- and my belly is tanned with marks.
Marks of beauty,
When you stretched and kicked, it was my belly which grew big.
Big enough to contain the love I have for you- a great new beginning.
The marks of beauty.
The scars of my joy.
I look at them, and it reminds me of the beauty planted in me.
My beautiful Lilly.
An angel with soul- carved from within.
Now my labor is come- It’s my baby at last.
My fears and tears adjoined- I’m overly cheered.
My baby within, now outside me.
Growing to fill my shoes- my joy renewed.
I stand before the mirror today and I remember how you pranced inside me.
How grown you’ve dawned to be.
I can’t hold it but to cry with joy.
If for nothing, for the scars of beauty you’ve left on me.
My baby; my beauty.
With you, I have had a thousand scars.
But with no pain.
My baby; my gain.
Even after I can’t breathe again.
My baby; you are my everything- from yesterday, today, and till there’s no date.