The cream of life is the natural birth of mother’s nature,
While the parents watch in antipathy,
And the child enters the earth’s atmosphere,
Breathing with much little pressure, than an adult,
Is this child, a ‘One hundred percent”,
Perfectly fit, child of tomorrow?
Doe this child know what the world will offer,
Once he or she has grown to adult years?
The strength of men and the compassion of women,
A whole strength of life that offers a strong challenge,
As the seconds, minutes, hours, days, moths and years,
Shall test the sorrow by one drop of your tears.
Words will never cover the scenic picture,
Of a new born child of this day.
The mother-reaching climax of her nine-month pain,
To bring in a terrific result and reward, after tremendous inhaling of breathes.
The father has done his job, once she is found pregnant,
But the intense close care will bring them close,
To the extent that he will be by her side,
Watching and comforting her, in all that immense time.
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