Private and Confidential
Let me tell you a story, now truth to be told,
Of the birth of my offspring, no facts to withhold.
Confidential disclosure: none of them were planned,
As my fun guy and I savoured one task at hand.
Then one bright, sunny morning I woke up to puke,
Too many drinks last night, I dismissed as a fluke.
What unfolded then felt like a cloud - but not nine!
I figured I got knocked up and what if it’s mine?
My current beau convinced me that it clearly was,
Presented hard evidence and not just because.
I expected my fun life to soon disappear,
In nine months my first bundle of joy made it clear.
She emerged very slowly, one inch at a time,
Like a Queen to the throne, regal, loud and sublime.
For good from that moment on my whole being fell
Under not known yet, but divine motherhood spell.
I embraced my new role and went on a birth spree,
So I didn’t stop til I got girl number three.
Now my beautiful daughters keep me on cloud nine -
Sublime and majestic, undeniably mine.
Mamma Mia! Girl’s tale - an extravagant plot!
Happy ending from start to finish! Dot! Dot! Dot!
April 15, 2022
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