Mom, I’ve been created. You may not realize it yet, but soon you’re going to know I’m there. I’m getting nourished by what you eat, I drink your water too. I’m growing with each passing moment.
Today, you’ve realized the day is near when I shall open my eyes and the first ray of light shall enter my eyes. I can feel you are happy. Why is water there in your eyes? Are you happy that you’ll meet me soon?
Have you seen my first photograph yet? Don’t I look pretty Mom? When I come to the world and continue growing, I’m going to be just as pretty as you. I’ll love you so much that you won’t want to leave me at all.
Something has changed Mom, I’ve been so comfortable in this blanket, but it suddenly feels so suffocating. I’m not able to breathe Mom. please make it stop. I’m going to sleep. Please make it stop soon.
Mom, I can see you. I can see your eyes. I want to touch you, but I can’t. My tiny hands just go through yours.. Why can’t I hold you Mom? I want to hug you so much, please tell God to help me do it.
God is next to me now. He says you didn’t want me, so you gave me back to Him. Why Mom? Didn’t you want a girl pretty like you? Didn’t you like me touching you from my blanket? It wasn’t my fault, yet you killed me Mom. I can’t even cry.
I’m in His hands now. I’m just going to ask Him for a wish, that no other mom do what you’ve done to me. I love you still Mom, but I wish I were in your hands right now instead of His.
This may have been tagged “Fiction”, but it’s definitely a hard hitting reality in this world.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Beautiful Poem….
@NL,thanks