FrapressHer Little fingers wrapped around mine,
thoughts of awakening sanity crossing my mind.
How love so tender, can be a such mentor?
As I look back in the rear,
to a past almost so near.
Every milestone, a stepping stone.
Colic pain, teething, fever and flu.
Stitches and bruises turned into waddling and running.
Fears washed away by joyful tears,
to the sound of your gaily laughter
gently stroking my ears.
My womb was torn,
a flower was born.
With petals so soft, tucked in a strong bud,
the seed of my own blood.
Nestled in my arms,
Shielded with loving charms.
No harm can touch us.
As the night tuns dark;
Mark my words, my dear.
Our worlds will always be wired,
through our umbilical cord.
Maria Nikoleta Soulounia
Umbilical World!