Angel.

white painted walls and plain blue curtains,
putter-pattering on the roof, outside it rains.

the door opens as i open my eyes sluggishly,
i found myself in blue scrubs.drip glaring vividly

annoys me the ear-piercing continuous beeping,
and that’s when i hear The weeping.

he enters grinning ear to ear in my ward,
he hold something in a pink towel; oh lord.

leaning over me lovingly he kisses my head,
sets himself on a wooden chair beside my bed.

i hold my arms the way i had practiced,
each second of my nine months this guy has witnessed.

a tiny fair angel then lands in my impatient arms,
eyes like mine; rest is his father’s face charms.

the beeping machine gets louder as my heart races,
i blink to see through the tears matching their faces.

way better than i pictured my baby, indeed,
a wave of mother-hood wash over me, I’ve been freed.

cuddling ‘lil my hubby’ close to my chest i sigh,
my baby is exactly like him no one can deny.

the angel smiles as daddy kisses his pink cheek ,
Awe-struck, content. we cry. tear ducts weak.

‘Sorry ‘s not your princess u wanted’ i say,
Rep:’I do not love him any less in any possible way’

we sat blissful holding hands promising to each other,
to protect to love, be an amazing father and mother.

seeing the two great souls with me i love and adore; i feel grateful,
this guy my life, inside out, he is beautiful.

the happy family is brought ever so close,
a miracle pretty angel that Allah chose.