Tender Holds And Sacred Souls

In the quiet hush of twilight's gentle embrace,
A mother-to-be dreams with a radiant grace,
Her heart aflutter with love's tender call,
Anticipation blooms, weaving dreams tall.

In the cocoon of anticipation's sweet sigh,
She cradles the whispers of life nearby,
Each fluttering kick, a dance of delight,
In the womb's sanctuary, love takes flight.

Then comes the dawn, the birthing hour nears,
Echoes of labor, mingled with fears,
Yet amid the pain, a miracle unfolds,
As a new life emerges, in tender holds.

From the first breath's cry to the softest sigh,
A journey of motherhood begins to fly,
With each coo and smile, a universe expands,
In the tiny grasp of tiny hands.

Through sleepless nights and weary days,
She walks the path in love's endless maze,
Nurturing, guiding, with every heartbeat,
In the rhythm of love, her soul's complete.

From teething pains to toddler's run,
She savors each moment beneath the sun,
Chasing dreams in a world of wonder,
As they dance together, hearts a-flutter.

Yet in the laughter, there's also tears,
As she faces doubts, worries, and fears,
Will she be enough, in this sacred role,
To nurture, protect, and make whole?

Through scraped knees and broken dreams,
She gathers strength from love's endless streams,
With tender kisses and words of grace,
She helps her child find their rightful place.

As the years unfold, and time slips away,
She watches her child in the light of day,
Blossoming, growing, reaching for the sky,
In the blink of an eye, they spread wings to fly.

And though her heart may ache as they depart,
She knows deep within, it's a journey to start,
For motherhood's love knows no bounds,
In the echoes of love, its melody resounds.

So, here's to the journey, both sweet and wild,
Of motherhood's embrace, like nature's child,
In every joy, challenge, and sacrifice,
She finds her strength, her love, her paradise.

- Khushi Kaul