An Answer To a Prayer

AN ANSWER TO A PRAYER What exhilaration, What fun, what joy, A prayer’s been answered My angel, my boy! I felt you inside me, You tumbled you kicked, And indeed if you didn’t I worried, got sick. In the first months 3 months, I didn’t eat much, I hated all perfumes, Which I didn’t dare touch! And then in the fourth month You made your first move, And gradually practiced, Your kick to improve. In the fifth and the sixth, I overate, The Doctor said to me, Hey Mom, watch your weight! Now in the seventh, I certainly ate less, But somehow I gained, How much is your guess? In the eighth I grew heavy, The weather was hot, I swam in our pool, And you kicked me a lot! The day was approaching, Two weeks left to go, But on the 31st March, You decided things were slow! So with a Jubilant, But big pain in my tummy. You my darling arrived at 5.20 p.m And made me a mummy!