My Son

You were once a part of me
I kept thinking, ‘is it she or he?’
Even in the hard times of parturition,
Never did you cause me any affliction

Now that you are here
I want to be always near
You are the reason of happiness
I like to take you in my arms to caress

With tiny little hands and feet,
And skin so smooth, fair and neat;
I say, God what an impeccable beauty!
I will treasure this ecstasy for the eternity

by Aparna Pelluru

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