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
Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2017
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