My first born

a poem by Paromita Bardoloi

You were our first one,
whom I carried in my womb,
our first sign of love…
Oh, how I waited for you to arrive,
with diapers and woolens,
but you never did.
They said it was a baby girl,
fair and thin…
May be just like me.
Its been 13 years since then,
now we are 4 in our family.
But now whenever I sit at night,
and stare at the stars,
I know somewhere its you shining bright.
May be the angels never wanted to let you go,
but wherever you are,
I tell you my baby,
mamma loves you the most.