Friday, May 8, 2015

The expectant mother


My expectations are on the over-drive
Waiting for the minute you are going to arrive
Dreams about my bundle of joy continue to thrive
Though, to keep myself calm, I do strive.

Together we have lots of things to do
Just cant hold myself off to meet you,
A meaning for my very living, that will be all new,
A new world of hitherto unknown love,  waiting to brew.


All the pain in these nine months is no pain,
For me,  oodles of joy is all I have to gain,
The labour pain endurance is hard to explain
But thanks to you, I am all set to be born again.

-D-

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