Scar of love: a poem for my c-section

Scar of love: a poem for my c-section

I cut myself in two,

Just to be with you.

For my child there is nothing that I won’t do.


I faced my biggest fear,

just to have you here.

Scared but for the doctors grateful ,

I remained fateful.


Epidural anesthesia, pull and tug,

feeling kinda high from the drug.


My arms were tied up

but my heart was open.

I felt them pull my tummy

the moment I became mummy.


An act of real love

is what a c-section is made of.

A mothers first sacrifice,

and surely not her last.


My scar is my testimony

of what I would do for my child only.

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