WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

HER ARMS ENFOLD
The womb, a haven, now a distant shore,
A tiny soul, a life forevermore.
Her arms enfold, a cradle soft and deep,
Where slumber reigns, and secrets softly sleep.
A mother's gaze, a love beyond compare,
A tender touch, a whispered, loving prayer.
The world unfolds, a canvas bright and new,
Painted with wonder, in shades of rose and blue.
A symphony of sighs, a gentle, rhythmic beat,
The tiny hand, a touch both strong and sweet.
A bond unbreakable, a love that knows no end,
A mother's heart, a love that will transcend.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI