When I gingerly held my new born,
I could have at that moment sworn,
As I watched him with moist eyes,
I had no clue my life was going to turn topsy turvy
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Hi Mamta, A mother is born, before a child is born. A poignant poem on motherhood and the turmoil she goes through... Good Read, Mamta. Well done!
I've heard that teenagers have a tendency of doing that...snapping on and off like a light switch! Great poem...let me know if you find the guide book! hugs, dee