Was it chance, destiny or desire
Or the result of unfettered passion fire
The seed of life
Was implanted in my wife.
Ever since I have seen,
The dazzling sheen
On her beautiful face,
With a divine grace.
I'm amazed why becoming a mother
Is different from becoming a father
While I remain earthly calm,
She is on a different realm.
For me it's life's ordinary process,
For her, its life's success.
I see it as baby in the making,
For here, its precious sapling
I can spend a day without its thought,
But she can't do a second without its sight.
It's not that I am not a proud father,
But for her, its a very different matter.
That's the reason,
In all season,
Mummy's are so great,
Yes, Mummy's are great, I repeat.
For they sacrifice their existence,
To to give this world the new presence
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