Labour

Stomach, rounded like an inflated balloon With jerking pain that strikes harmoniously Pangs of pain round the waist Orbiting the midriff Round and round like the sun moves round the earth The pain signaling the arrival of a new soul The pain signaling the approach of a new dawn Like a new flower sprouting from it's bud So does the little being springs out from her Amidst sweet tears and sweat Amidst long hard push And with each gleeful push Comes your emergence The pang of pain That transforms a woman to a mother The herald of motherhood