Those nine months,nine days and nine minutes
With anxiety to see a part of me growing inside
You came out like a red pulpy plum with a musical cry
Just two lines of eyes,a dot of nose and a line of pinky lips
Wearing a black cap of hair
In my hands sleeping like a baby doll
Slowly opening your eyes addressing me
With a pretty smile to assure you are mine
Tears never waiting for my permission
Dropping like pearls on your little hands
Holding my thumb so tight consoling me not to cry
It was the moment I felt the world under my feet
You were the only reason for me to live !