One Mother’s Struggle

Round and Lush, belly so large
New life inside, like a sprouting seed
Counting down the days, every moment magic
Feel a kick, the sensation is fantastic
Due date is lurking, hormones a rush
Waiting for the moment, when it's time to push
Honey hold my hand, she screams bloody murder
He looks at his wife, her fruiting body spread
He falls down to the floor, the nurses think he's dead
12 hours later, the baby slips through
Mother dripping with sweat
"It's a boy" the doctor yells, he was carted away
But when he came back, mothers face goes blank
When her a baby returns, in a blanket of pink
There was a little confusion, but we figured it out
"It's really a girl" the doctor did shout, she pulls out her breast
Milk ready and warm, oh no it's starting to drip
Baby takes a sip, nipples raw and crinkly
And tender at the touch, she looks down at her belly
No longer round and lush

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem