Joy of Motherhood
Joy of motherhood
The suckling child does find rest
Upon his mother’s chest
Where else then should he nest,
If not upon her breast?
Though at times odd, he may be a pest
With him she’s still obsessed
By his care she may be stressed
Yet, she still feels greatly blessed
During her prolonged medical quest
As barren she was being addressed
His birth, now welcomed with a fest
Her mockers she now can jest
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