Not Born In My Womb Poem by Beena Antony Kakkanattu
Not Born In My Womb
With every passing moment - my heart began beating.
All I remember is the smiling face of my son-
He caught hold of my hand and whispered to me
I wish to see my father and brother-
A pure act of love.
Within few minutes it so happened- my son passed away.
I lost my son, not born in my womb,
Carried him in my heart as my own till his last breath.
Fought long and hard for nine months-
To bring him back from the sinking stage.
Shouted and grumbled at God.
GOD fixed my pain with soothing words -
'I want my son back, I want him to be seated in my kingdom'
Yes, I got the strength to accept God's action.
Just as I talk to God, I talk to my son,
Blow him, hit him and hug him with a mother's affection.
To the whole world, I say- Any woman can be the mother
Of a boy or girl if he deserves it.
Words from my heart and dedication to my son.
So pure is the feeling and pain and love ....an excellent poem...deserve to be poem of the day...thanks Beena..God gives you strength.
There is one proverb in my country: " Keep your mother longer for you." The greatest pain is a mother who lasts longer than a child. Keep yourself and your most beautiful memories, Mother.
The brother in the poem is me.. See you on the other side my brother...
To the whole world, I say- Any woman can be the mother Of a boy or girl if he deserves it. Words from my heart and dedication to my son. Real love is a great gift....... you are wonderful in depicting such a love not born in my womb.. and shouts at God for the pain and love you experience. tony
Mom pain on losing the baby is poemed superbly Your talent is appreciated
A good start with a nice poem, Beena Anthony. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Love, sorrow and love. Love makes our hearts grow, sorrow breaks it, and when those scars begin to heal, it makes our heart even bigger. Love my friend.