When I searched for splendour pearls in a shell;
I am surprised I found them in my baby’s cutey mouth.
I am proud to turndown the bow of rich roses;
As I had countless of them in my little one’s lovely cheeks.
Why should I be awestruck at the wonders of the world;
When my toddler himself is a wonder to me.
I am not interested in a fairytale anymore;
Now I am living in it.
I stopped hunting for divinity everywhere;
It is right infront of my dearone’s godly eyes.
I don’t accept if anybody says the stars are more sparkling than my kids milky teeth.
I dare to laugh at Moon God when he assumes he has the cool continence than my darlings.
I cherish being a mother.
I am revelling in motherhood.
Is there anything more sacred than this!
I can’t fathom a delightful duty than this.
I am certain,
It is the Reverend responsibility.