Today,
I realised I still have some light in me.
Today
I am not sure who is born. You or me.
It hurts not to touch your face, your hair.
There is so much.
Daddy wants to share.
My garvity, my shelter,
O beautiful daughter.
I will always be there.
I got to know about the 50 word Story Contest, by following @literature-trail and @ogochukwu
This is a story that I had in my head on the day my daughter was born a couple of years back.
I am sure everyone felt the same joy as me.
Hope you like it!