She is our door into the world
Haven in which we coiled for three trimesters
Even though she broke her waters and lost some blood
In agony and groan did she labour us through her groins
Haven’t tarried long enough in her loins
How through months of waiting she expected us
As new companions with eagerness of heart
She was so generous, even in pain,
To usher us into life
And yet not left us alone to the reality of existence
She nurtured the nature of God in us
And shower us with love
How I love you, mama.
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