In the realm where life begins,
A miracle unfolds, unending,
With strength and courage, new bonds form,
As love and awe, the heart will warm.
A mother's body, strong and fierce,
Nurtures life, an act so spears,
Through pain and joy, she perseveres,
Bringing forth a life so dear.
Her breath, a rhythm of creation,
As contractions rise, sensation,
Each surge, a step in transformation,
Birth's symphony, a divine vibration.
In hues of red and blue, she glows,
Labor's dance, an ebb and flow,
In every moment, love she shows,
Welcoming new life to bestow.
And as the child takes its first breath,
A sacred bond, between life and death,
In mother's arms, the world finds rest,
A love so pure, forever blessed.
Through sleepless nights and tender care,
She guides and nurtures, always there,
A bond unbreakable, beyond compare,
For motherhood, a love so rare.
So let us celebrate, rejoice,
The magic of birth, a mother's choice,
In this poetic voice, we find solace,