Bundle of Joy
Seven years of waiting, and waiting and waiting
Sometimes wailing while waiting
A stone seated at the rock bottom of her heart
Her life burdened and dark with dread
The sun rising and falling
Seven years of waiting and waiting
Seasons… cold, warm, hot changing everyday
A stone seated at the bottom of her heart
The tiny bump growing everyday
The sun rising and falling
Seasons… hot warm, cold changing everyday
Till like a little giant she resembles.
A sharp pain not like the jabs from within
the tiny bump growing from within
A flood warm flowing down her legs
Till like a little giant she resembles
A loud scream not of joy of pain
A sharp pain not the little jabs from within
A tiny scream cutting through the we arm air
A flood… warm flowing down her legs.
Everyone smiles even she who was screaming
A loud scream not of joy but of pain
It’s a girl with a fine soprano
A tiny scream cutting through the air
The long wait forgotten
Everyone smiles even she who was screaming
As she gently holds the baby to her breast, cooing softly
It’s a girl with a fine soprano.
Copyright © Marion Mwangi | Year Posted 2016
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