Voice of a Baby

"Gift of God is my Mother
God kept me in paradise,
that was my mother's womb.
I layed in bed of roses, that
was my Mother's womb.
it was my bed, before
i was layed in cradle.
full of darkness and nothing more.
no one can hear my voice,
except my mother.
whenever i cry, she who fed,
and talk to me, at all time,
making me realise, i am not alone.
whenever she tell stories,
i used to humm and haw.
when i came to earth, i yearn to look at her first.
but she, hugged me, with
love against her breast".