Pregnant
For the first time mums you all said this .you know who you are.
A fumble in the dark is all it took to open the pages of someone’s life book.
Morning sickness I must be ill I can’t be pregnant I’m on the pill
Me pregnant you must be raving bloody hell now I’m craving.
Belly growing clothes are tight hot flushes and can’t sleep at night.
The months past so very fast the big day has come at last
I’m so afraid I want to run it’s to late now the pain has begun.
In the delivery room in so much pain I swear I’m not getting pregnant again.
It’s all over now and my is baby’s crying I am laughing and I’m
No longer dying.
I am given my baby to hold in my arms all my worries gone no more
False Alarms
All through the labour I screamed no more I’m never having another but that soon forgotten now I’m a mother.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2024
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