Pain of Love

Nine months and then the labor pain,
all the sudden a baby came.
With each toe and tiny hand,
and the arm with a little band.
A tiny face, in a big new place,
a rubberband made with lace.
A little girl so innocent so sweet,
ohhh, how she is so petite.
As you take her little hand,
you hear her sweet cry of demand.
Nurturing and love is in store fo you,
even if it gets rough to.
Being a mother is no game,
you learn to love them and everything.
Time may come even surpass,
but a mothers love will always last.