The shady sky was ready to pour,

I could smell the petrichor already.

The garden daisies flinched away,

from the gentle drizzle.

The foggy old glass panes

had a million stories to tell.

I could hear the little giggles of children,

some crying, and some screaming,

Amidst all these my heartbeats were the loudest.

Was my heart heavy with questions or with excitement?

Am I ready to meet her yet?

Am I ready for motherhood?

A lady with silver hair came holding her,

a baby with little curly hair strands.

I held her for the very first time.

She was awake, and I was afraid.

I didn't want her to feel cold,

so I brought her close,

suddenly she grabbed my hair

and looked into my soul with hope.

She didn't cry, but I did.

My tears glided through her feeble fingers.

Her baby scent took me back to the day,

when I met my baby sister.

At that moment I promised my little girl,

that I would hold her close to my heart forever.

She was my rainbow,

who took away all my questions.