Motherhood
My greatest gift and joy,
My baby I remember the joy on my face,
When I realise your conception,
The pains and drama I went through to have you,
My bundle of joy.
My baby who wouldn't let me sleep,
My baby, my bond,
The greatest feeling of having you,
My intuition, my baby,
My happiness and my laughter,
I realise that there is no other moment of me,
Than sharing with you from birth,
My baby, a future man/future woman,
I don't wanna Miss any time with you,
My baby.
By Favour sema
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