"When I Became an aunt"

This poem is a pure emotion of an aunt to be

A spring of joy bloomed in my life,
When my sister shared news that changed my life:
A little guest was soon to come
And I was going to be an aunt for the very first time.

Hearing that, I couldn’t hold my happiness.
I congratulated her and in my heart,
I welcomed the baby that very moment.
But there were still nine months to go before she arrived.

Time passed slowly, filled with excitement,
And then came the day
when my sis's home would echo
With the sweet laughter of a newborn.

In the labor room, I held her hand and gently said:
“Your own little shadow is about to come in this world.”
With those words, I comforted her
And stepped outside with a heart full of hope.

I could no longer wait.
Then came the doctor"
Holding a tiny little fairy in his arms.
And the moment I saw her, tears welled up in my eyes.

When I held that little fairy for the first time,
I felt something I’d never felt before.
She was so beautiful, so lovable, where do I begin?
Her softness, her warmth and oh!purely divine soul.
So perfect she was, beyond all art,
A whisper escaped straight from my heart.
Her name didn’t need to be sought
It came from my soul, like a natural thought.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Such a rush of love in your words. I felt the excitement and was reminded of the time I became an aunt to my sister’s first son. It was so special and my knitting needles were kept busy. Thank you for sharing tender moments.

Chris

[Neha agrawal]

That's such a heartwarming memory, Chris. Becoming an aunt is truly magical — all the love, none of the diapers (well, mostly!). I'm sure your nephew is wrapped in both your stitches and your affection. Thank you for sharing your special moment — it added even more warmth to the conversation.

[petec3638]

nine month of waiting, wishing. nothing to come amiss
the day arrives > No men here
The bambino. wrapped warm and cuddly
Its a girl
Mamma/ Mummy resting
says a name
Now the bambino has a name

[Neha agrawal]

Nine months of waiting,
Wishing, dreaming,
Nothing to come amiss —
Then, the day arrives.
No men here.

The bambino —
Wrapped warm and cuddly,
Soft sighs, starry eyes.
It’s a girl.

Mamma resting,
Eyes half-closed,
But lips curve,
And a name slips out —
Whispered like a secret
Given to the world.

Now, the bambino has a name.
Now, the world has changed.

[petec3638]

Thank you for a great re write
I don't have the experience of a lady