Tummy Talks!!! (Little rhyme for our expected daughter, Riya)

In the little, warm and dark room

With faint light and faint noise

A little angel is cuddled up

In her calm and cool poise

She sleeps soundly on a soft bed

Within the cocoon of gentle love

And mommy wonders, where lies her head

While looking at the stars above

She made her first gentle move

After a few quiet days

A little tough to interpret

And respond to what she says

Soon she learned to speak through kicks

While mommy learned to understand

What her little one strives to speak

Before she enters foreign land

When 4 months old, she gently said

‘Mom, there seems to be an earthquake’

I said, ‘No dear, it’s just a retch

To spill out the hot chocolate shake’

When 5 months old, she gently asked

‘Mom, am I on a thrill ride’

I said, ‘No dear, it’s just a jerk

Caused by a little stiff joint’

When 6 months old, she happily said

‘Mom, it is one of the smoothest days’

I said, ‘Yes dear, it is, indeed,

As sun scatters its brightest rays’

When 7 months old, she meekly asked

‘Mom, is there an acid rain?

I said, ‘No dear, it just feels sour

It will soon pass, won’t happen again’

She said, ‘I see some strange lines

Wherever my little bones reach

Is this some kind of worrisome sign

Or is it just to put me at ease

I find it hard to move around

The space is small even to cuddle

It feels like I am an astronaut

Snugly fit in a space shuttle’

I sighed and thought and then smiled

And said, 'Dear, you are right, indeed,

The lines are there to add more room

For you to sleep, play and feed'

One fine day, she sweetly said,

'Mom, can you take me out to play'

I said, 'Sure dear, me and your dad

Will take you to Wildwoods and Cape May'

Happy she was, to feel the warmth

And see her little bed, full of toys

That mom and dad had gathered with love

To welcome their little bundle of joy

When 8 months old, she softly asked

'Mom, I hear loud breathing sounds

Are you running a marathon?

With your heart, my heart pounds'

I said, 'No dear, it’s just a tiff

That mommy’s lungs and body have

Soon they’ll be good kids

And mommy will pat their back'

She asked, ‘How would it be when I

Step into this world mundane

Would you be happy and content?

Or would you be in a lot of pain'

I said, ‘Oh dear, what should I say

You are such a sweet blessing

The joy we have been waiting for

That dampens all the suffering'

Now at 9 months, she often asks

'Mom, how is the world around

Is it full of awe and wonder,

Bright lights and soothing sounds'

I said, ‘My dear, the world is awesome

There are always changing seasons

The leaves, the snow, the cherry blossoms

There is much to do and lots to learn

Where sun rises and birds fly

Where wind blows and clouds rain

Where flowers bloom under blue sky

And farms are full of sugarcane

All is pretty, all is pleasant

But there is something you should know

No matter where you’re born or trained

You get the fruit of what you sow'

At this, she said, 'that sounds fair

It is a balance of nice and vice.

I am prepared to come out there

And ready to throw my nice dice'

I said, 'My dear, that is so sweet

Your dad and I just can’t wait

To welcome our little sugary tweet

Blessed with lots of goodness traits'!!!

Dr. Jaya Sonkar

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