Motherhood

Title: Motherhood
Two pink lines popped all of a sudden,
A surge of emotions cuddled,
And I knew I was a mother.

The seed disappeared into my cushioned uterus,
My hormonal story began to unfold,
And I knew I was a mother.

I heard the lub-dub, lub-dub in an ultrasound room,
The invisible seed made its appearance with a zoom,
And I knew I was a mother.

Hypertension greeted me; I tested myself day and night,
With my own sentiments, I would fight,
And I knew I was a mother.

Complications surrounded me from all sides,
A series of medications by my side,
And I knew I was a mother.

The best day arrived wrapped in tension,
A little nudge in my belly, and my son was taken away,
And I knew I was a mother.

The cold NICU stared with grim hope,
I saw a life attached to wires and tubes,
And I knew I was a mother.

An empty cradle in my tiny room,
My hopes pinned to the NICU room,
And I knew I was a mother.

A battle was fought and won,
And finally, we were one,
And I knew I was a mother.

Breastfeeding challenged me,
Developmental delays smiled at me,
And I knew I was a mother.

Days of lockdown brought a new tension,
Trapping my son inside our home,
And I knew I was a mother.

COVID-19 engulfed a tiny soul,
It broke me completely from a whole,
And I knew I was a mother.

The pandemic passed, and he entered school,
Separation anxiety broke us apart,
And I knew I was a mother.

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder settled into our lives,
My son and I smiled,
And I knew I was a mother.

Hyperactive by day and night,
He stays in and out of my sight,
And I knew I was a mother.

Fighting separation anxiety for four years,
We finally settled into his school,
And I knew I was a mother.

Less sleep, more talk,
No rest, just move and walk,
And I knew I was a mother.

New battles pop up from nowhere;
Enjoying the questions, I look for no answers,
I know I am a mother.

Motherhood gave a new shape to my story;
I am the author, and my son holds my pen,
I know I am a mother.

My scars are not visible;
They shine only in the darkness,
I know I am a mother.

I swim but drown,
Hope is my crown,
I know I am a mother.

I am no superwoman;
I am ordinary, living in every other household,
I know I am a mother.

Amidst my chaos and mess,
I still find life beautiful,
I know I am a mother.

My son is my treasure;
I'll give him my life with all my pleasure,
I know I am a mother.

Intact is my identity;
I preserve it with the utmost dignity,
I know I am a mother.

Motherhood is a part of womanhood,
However, a woman is complete,
Even if she isn't a mother.

By - Durriya Sakarwala.

This poem is my personal life account. It is a dedication to motherhood, womanhood and my identity as a writer.

Thank you.