The birds of luck tapped
the door of my heart today.
I am sure there is good news
in the way
I feel different,
so happy
so happy.
It is as if someone
dear
special
cute
will come to our house
and surprise me!
I will welcome my son.

God gifted me a name—
Mother
Mummy
Mummy—
he will call me
Mummy.
He will kiss me
hug me
love me.
With him I say goodbye
to my dearest friends:
Loneliness
Disappointments
Failures.
Today I feel different.
I am not depressed,
don’t have the worry:
Why don’t I have a son?
People won’t look at me
weird,
black.
No one can insult me:
Why don’t you have a son?

My son:
You light my way to continue
life. I am not blind anymore.
I want your happiness,
a wish of all mothers.

My son:
I want you
I want you
To Be Very Good Person.
Mothers wish their sons
will become presidents
one day. I don’t want you to be
a president, my sweetie:
Be a president of hearts,
make your heart a country
where every person can live
happy
in peace
in the paradise of this world.

By Norwan

Photo: Ellyn Cavanagh