In arms that ache, a fragile form,
A heart so new, yet taking storm.
Sleepless nights and days unknown,
A love so fierce, it fills my own.

A tiny hand, a cooing sound,
A world redefined, love unbound.
Questions rise in whispers soft,
A mother's journey, lessons sought.

A bond so deep, a whispered prayer,
To guide them safe, with love to share.
For in this role, both joy and fear,
A new-born day, a mother dear.
© sabha