December 3, 2015
Blossom belly bloom
From nought to nine
A transitional period in time
Sleek silhouettes stretch
The marks of motherhood are etched into my skin
From smile to grin, laughter to pain, then tears of joy again and then
I see her but I don't want to look, a miraculous event ill described by any book.
My youth it took.
I carried my burden with a smile and delivered her in pain, now I look at myself, will I ever smile again.
She cries; my sleep deprived eyes sigh
She screams; my agitated ears bleed
Then she smiles, my heart finds peace for a while.
I wonder if I will ever smile?
Days go by
My burdens are lifted with every pound she gains
Then in the midst of the madness I realise that even motherhood has growing pains.
It's real, I know many mothers have felt the same way as me, it doesn't mean I love my 'burden' to any lesser degree.
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