My first kiss

Cuddled in my mama's womb, inside walls of affection and love.

My mama’s voice was enough for my smile;

I felt her love; her joy was endless.

Motherhood was probably the greatest joy and experience my mother had when the news of my arrival was inveterate to her…..

1^st month my cells started developing; I originated that I am “alive”

2^nd week my mama made a safe and nourishing place inside her placenta

to help me  grow and develop;

my 3^rd week, the excitement was the heights for me, my small brain started functioning,

my eyes, heart and lungs begin to form;

4^th week; Oh god! My heart begins to beat; happiness and sadness swallow up;

can see my mama not so happy; probably she felt sick….. my poor mama – what is wrong with her????

5^th week; my face shows up; she touches my face to let me know that she cares for me.

6^th week; I start moving; the 7^th week my fingers and toes touch my beautiful mother skin.

Loss count of the weeks; you see I’m a miniature at rest.

heard my doc say -The baby is a girl , she weights ……………….the words weren’t clear.. my parents looked so blissful and satisfied.

my dad kissed my mama as if he won a 9-crore diamond sweepstake.  My dad looked handsome (can I whisper a MACHO MAN); my mama looked graceful…..

i stretched out – you see i’m growing  man ; my mama, thought i was kicking her – very sad…..;  she gently whisper – baby few more days ; wait patiently ‘m yearning to hold you, to kiss your tender cheek, but don’t baby doll….  i heard her voice she called me 
BABY DOLL!

My dad was incredibly affectionate to my mum; on many  occasion i heard him say ‘ “Sweetheart’ you are gods gift to me; you are wonderful and gorgeous, you…silence…points to me saying “she’s my  treasure” my dad loved me – I felt his pride and warmth for me…… he wanted me out….. I spoke to the supernatural being can i jump out please please!!!!!

 he was a good planner; he scheduled my feed- i mean my mama’s feed, her tablets, her checkups, her books to read; her knitting kit; her sleep; her walks and what not??? he planned the hospital, the bills, the cradle, the cloths, the jewels, the school, etc., before I popped out.

now I’m 7 months  old – gown up &  can survive outer my mother’s womb; but the doc was a wretch; she preferred me in, another 2 months,

i became fat and chubby; mama fed me up! its not my fault; a healthy baby i suppose.

The 9^th month; the big day, i couldn’t stay in anymore – full-grown, could see EVERYTING – but wait…. just before i broke free something strange happened – it was the kiss, my dad gazed at me; he smiled; touched me from head to foot and he

kissed me exactly on my lips…. This was my first affection KISS. I love you dad.

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         Sorry folks if i’ve mislead you with the title…