oh no women should be left alone in the process of giving birth or raising a part of her.
oh the pain to their stories; i feel it even when they never express it to you
oh how she feels just not the pain to her but also of the child
why is dad not home, ma?
ma, will dad come this time for my birthday?
ma, am I bad child? then why doesn’t dad call me or meet us?
ma, i came first in my class. will dad come now, ma?
ma, can we ask dad if he could come this time at our picnic?
if only someone could take me to the hospital. she has been moving a lot within me and oh i just don’t seem to have the strength to do it on my own
i wish i could dress my awaiting one, in those pretty cute small clothes, i saw the other day at the mall
i hope i could sleep a wink tonight. only if i had someone beside who could go check up on her
i am a lil hungry today. but at least he ate well.
he has been asking for a new pair of shoes for a while now.
it’s rather cold today. at least i’ve my lil ball of joy. but i just wished, i had someone to… nvm :)
it is but a mystery as to oh how a few can let go of the people, they travelled so far with, in the name of love; on their own to survive as if they were never a part of it
whenever i come across a lady such as that, oh i envision myself in a dream
a dream that oh i shall live
oh how i close my eyes and imagine myself, sitting on the couch, near the fireplace. oh how a few candles near, adorned all around us, with light. oh how my hands were around a lady, who oh was but the one i fell in love. oh how warm did she feel, as oh i felt her on my lap, laying oh so sweetly, whilst burying her head on my chest.
oh how the lil one, whose welcome was not something I could share; but oh she still belonged to me since the day, i met with her; unrehearsed.
oh how loving, made not one but so many of my dreams come true and oh i couldn’t be more happy
oh how this is but one of the many dreams
that oh my love, we will live
for indeed there way many incidents where you felt hurt
but oh there are many more ways in which oh my love, i shall love you and that my love is one promise, that oh i wouldn’t even break in my death, for all that i create today will be there still; just for you.
oh let this society label, all it wants. for it still would be no one to decide, whose perfect and whose not
i shall love, whoever it is i fall in love with. the past to them, won’t and oh just shouldn’t matter to me.
especially when it will be you on the other side, for the one i love need not be ‘perfect’