First Breathe
The day we take our first breathe to the day we breathe last, love always resides within, around and aside us. Some call it nurture, some call care while some call bond. From the bond of blood to friends and beyond, it carries us from the taste of milk to the smell of feelings. No word could calculate the first love of humans when they open their eyes for the first time.
The first blink of eye showed me you smiling,
The next you staring at me and giggling,
The third you holding me and crying,
Every drop you dripped was the feel I carried,
Every giggle you cracked was the strength I gained,
Every smile you ticked was the love I garnished,
The whole nine months had come by in just one touch!
"The first love that any human bags is the love that protects, nurtures and garnishes their whole life, MOTHER. From a patch of blood she carries in her womb to a fully grown body she nourishes in her heart till the last breathe love counts on her beats being uncountable."
Warmth
ReplyDelete