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...
