A Pregnant Lady On My Way
Behold that Lady "Stomach-full"
Hands supporting her waist still,
Behold the pride in her face
Beyond the pain she face.
She thinks of her womb-baby
Gently rubbing her round belly,
Maybe a sweet-charming princess
Perhaps a courageous-naughty prince.
Feeling enthusiastic whenever
Little boxer punches her..
The slow-moving ten months,
The arrival of bliss in her arms.
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