“Mother” – A Poem Written by Nikita Gill

This is a lovely poem describing a baby’s journey into this world, and all the mother did to help her child grow.  

Here’s a little background on this Poet: 

Nikita Gill is a poet and writer. She has written and curated six volumes of poetry. She uses social media to engage her audience and she has 617,000 followers on Instagram with just over 370 posts. She has been described as one of the most successful Instapoets, and ‘one of the most exciting young writers working today.

Gill was born in Belfast to Indian parents who had been temporarily living in Ireland. Her father was in the merchant navy. The family moved back to New Delhi when Gill was a few months old, and she grew up and was educated there. Gill studied Design at a university in New Delhi, and she completed a master’s degree at the University for the Creative Arts. She worked as a cleaner and a carer after her education.

Gill’s work was first published when she was twelve years old. Her work was rejected 137 times for publication. Gill has published six volumes of poetry, including Your Soul Is A River (2016), Wild Embers: Poems of rebellion, fire, and beauty (2017), Fierce Fairytales: & Other Stories to Stir Your Soul (2018), Great Goddesses: Life lessons from myths and monsters (2019), Your Heart Is The Sea (2019), and The Girl and the Goddess (2020). Her work offers reflections on love, and feminist retellings of fairytales and Greek myths. She has been inspired by the works of Sylvia PlathDr. Maya Angelou, and Robert Frost.

She has written short stories, and she is currently working on a novel. She wrote and performed her debut work for the stage, Maidens, Myths, and Monsters. She is an ambassador for National Poetry Day. Gill regularly appears on the BBC, contributing to Woman’s Hour on Radio Four, Free Thinking on Radio Three, and BBC Asian Network.



The water of her womb, your first home.

The body she pulled apart to welcome you to the world.

The spirit in you she helped grow with all she knew.

The heart that she gave you when yours fell apart.

You are her soft miracle.

So she gave you her eyes to see the best in the worst.

You carry your mother in your eyes.

Make her proud of all she watches you do.

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