I lacked the sound to voice my thoughts, but the needle of wisdom stitched my thoughts with words to form tales bedecked with aesthetic tapestries.
Gift
God’s Gift
She, in her life, cried many times but the one time, excruciating pain devoured her, tears and sweat plummeted hard, her cries reflected the intense agony. Her obscure screams were suffocated by fear and enthusiasm but when the sudden shrills of feeble spasmodic weeps accompanied her screams, her shrieks slowly faded.
The tears that began their journey from her exhausted eyes met the lips that beamed with ecstasy. Within seconds she had forsaken all she had gone through because she was overwhelmed by the gain of being a mother rather than the pain of becoming a mother.
That is the one time in every women’s life when tears of cry and happiness collide.
Biblichor 