Joy's of Pregnancy
The sound of your heart
beating fast and rapidly
throught a monitor
placed on my belly.
The kicking of your feet
hitting my belly
to let me know your there.
The time is coming,
the pain is hurting.
Laying in the hospital,
no where to go,
nurses coming and going.
The time has come,
the pain is worse.
In walks the doctor,
my legs go up,
they tell me to push,
but I have no feeling.
You are coming closer
to the light,
to see the outside world.
Watching in the doctors glasses,
I see you pop out
and you are announced a baby girl.
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