This Thing of Joy

This Thing of Joy
(Pregnancy Journey: Month 1)



This thing of joy is sweet news,
but my lips have nausea spelled
on them 

Sweet news yet I am unable 
to work much or walk for long 

Yet the colours of life remain in 
my perk 
Purple headbands to match 
my blooming face 

And a pink shawl to keep me warm 
in this place
My Habibi, a sweet gift did bring 
a golden locket, to wear and sing 

Of the love we share, and the life we'll bring 
into this world, our hearts will ring

Though I am exhausted and feeling low 
I know this journey will be worth the woe 

For soon I'll hold my little one 
and all the pain will be undone

I'll rest and take it slow 
and test the colours of life 

Let it stay on, flowing through me, 
and into my precious seed 

Bringing with it, joy, love, 
and all that we need.
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Sept. 2021
©Odion Izegwire-Edu
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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