When I look at tiny lil' faces with sparkling, glimmering eyes and smiles like curves in the heaven's dome; when I listen to their curly words that say every great things and create an image of how God must be like; when their pink, soft feet press against my cheeks and lips wet in water try to kiss, I totally want to be a mother of a child that is somewhere inside me, that will be somehow a part of me.
Today there is no point in describing how he or how she would be but for sure they will be a reflection of me and my better half. The regret that I carry today is to be totally unknown and naiive about who will be the bearer of the fragments that my kid will have whom I will love like I love me.What is this feeling called which creates a bond with someone unknown, someone who is in future but has no trace in present, someone who will share my world, will be a part of my world? i think this is what they call as keeps of life at every turn of the road...............................................
