With December round the corner, I remembered the Tsunami which caused havoc some years ago. This poem is in the memory of a brave woman who survived the ordeal. She never realized that she was pregnant….She held on to a tree, till she could be saved. I can never get over that news of her survival….
Everyday I felt
Mom sing and sow
Oblivious, beneath her belt
In the amniotic fluid did I row.
Eighteen weeks from conception
Breathing and feeding
As mom knelt weeding
Near the sea stretching beyond perception.
Suddenly its not her usual hum
But a roaring rumble
Sweeping her away before others could come
Others couldn’t even fumble.
The sea was over us
I thought, I did not have a chance
We’d be swallowed without a fuss
Agitated, I did feel like the last dance.
I’d not even seen
Nor know what
That sound was
Nor had I set
My foot on the Earth
I was only a fetus…
For five days
Mom held on
She did not know
She was not alone
A ray of hope
As she did cope
For I’m still
There to be born!
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