A poem about my daughters.
Jaia Ramji
Just when we were losing hope
An unexpected gift arrived, tied with a pink bow
Invisible to most
A miracle to us
Rosy cheeks
A boxers’ nose!
Mouth like a slit of red cloth
Jaia our daughter was born
In fate we now believed
Uma Ramji
Uma duma, our little daughter
Made her entrance into the world with
A righteous cry as loud as a raging storm
Restless little baby
Always seeking for mummy
Making herself comfortable
Just easily in the crook of my arms and
In no rush to let it go
An accountant and a Mum 
Oh wow. Their names being the “gift” makes it even more special. Great offering my friend.
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i like the way your poetry flows, it’s fun to read
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Thank you for your comments!
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