After a hectic day,
Does the mom set down to lay.
With her bumpy tummy,
Bearing the cute beauty.

Little does she know,
The angels' plan for its show
To set the room ready,
As per it's convenience, surely.

Craving for more space,
Does the beauty grace.
To start on with her spree,
To have some space free.

On the bladder, trampolining,
On the bowel bag, kicking,
On the intestines, suppressing,
Oh! Surely is the champ hardworking!

The pees and poops are let off,
Followed by the burps and farts.
Once the free space is all set,
Then starts off, episodes long awaited!

Little belly full, climax to start,
To show mom its great art!
Smacking the treasureful chest,
Merrily running on its quest.

From the firm ribs to the soft diaphragm,
From the air balloons to the small beating drum.
Smacks all that is soft,
While it's cute limbs stay aloft.

Playing along the vertebrae,
Melodiously kicking all its way.
Moms painful melody-
Perfectly in its symphony.

Surely does the little one,
Trigger it all, with great fun!
All to be suppressed,
When mom gets depressed.

Mom's on, to carry her treasure waterbag- hot!
Which the teddy surely hates, no doubt.
Relieving the stressful cramps atlast-
Leaving the teddy don a sulky face fast.

Quietly does the little one, await
For mom, to lay down straight.
To start it's midnight concert,
And roam it's cosy cavern alright!

Slowly massaging mom to rest,
Winking and giggling to start it's test.
The stressed out muscles relax,
Stimulating the little one- to reach its max!

Then starts the night duty,
Of the cute angel beauty.
From the upper, middle and ground floor,
To check all, knocking each organs' door.

Boxing, dancing, jumping spree,
All in a rhythm, happily.
From the ground to the upper floor,
Does it surely, thrillingly explore!

Air balloons, drum, diaphragm-up steady,
Mid- Liver spleen and tummy.,
Lower- bladder, intestines, bowel bag,
Vertebrae, ribs, pelvis in the back.

Rhythmically touching each one,
To check out mom, have fun.
Dancing on the cute vessels and muscles,
To check on mom's pinnacle.

Gradually does the little room grow,
To enhance the little ones' glow.
Soon to show it's slide to glide,
And pop out with great pride!

Hail! The days in mom's tummy,
Tension free and happy.
To face the world- surely
Has my mom prepared well, me!


© Dr Nida Fathima