Warning...More of my Poetry. Run If You Have Too!

I will not be riding into battle like Queen Isabella did when she was pregnant.  I know, I'm a total slacker

I've been participating in the Month of Poetry, which requires me to write a poem each day.  I dream of being a writer and the only way to get better is to not be afraid of myself and write.  I won't lie.  I've failed miserably at writing each day.  The poems I have written, mostly refer to my current condition of pregnancy. 

While pregnancy is a beautiful thing, I'm not in the blissful stage of pregnancy yet, where I can feel the movement of my baby.  Instead, I'm in the morning sickness, fatigue and all around yuckiness state.  Oh, and blogger is telling me that yuckiness isn't a word.  I beat blogger has never been pregnant.

I would like to share a poem that doesn't include vomiting or about how much time I spend in the bathroom.  Please forgive the amateurish tone.  I am learning...

A swollen belly,
mind numbing fatigue,
a sore back,
aching breast,

Signs of life
Signs of love
Signs of continuity

From one generation to the next,
each woman has suffered thus
with a cheerfulness in her heart
and a bosom full of love

First came Eve,
than billions hence
of nameless women bearing souls

A soul to be nurtured
a soul to be loved
a soul who will know Christ's love

Cherish motherhood
cherish love
cherish children,
who are a gift from above.

Thank you...