My Pregnant Wife
In front of her body is a baggage
counting through the months she pray
the child kicks in its watery garage
creating its own bond and wanting to play
mama loves him, though to her, he is blind
fertility prepares in ablution
more great seeds in the hope of a rewind
like blessing this full present ignition
mall after mall for any baby bay
to shop for the new entry with all dime
preparing the road to open the way
anything less is a maternal crime
stress pricks the body like a little blade
this great hope ensures it will not fade.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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