Mamma where have those moments go

Mamma I know I was once in your whom micking and screaming to come out. The pain across your face I couldn't imagine. But at last I rise into your arms. I look to say to myself, where have those moents go? You think I was a pIn back then in your stomach. Imagine me now! Your my heart and passion. Where have those moments go? Life passes by a auick in an eye. Your baby girl is still here but she growing into a women as days go by. But mamma I will always be your baby girl, who was once in your whom. So your strong womeness will be passed on. Love you mamma from the bottom of my heart. That kicking and screaming will be a remebrance as we live a part