Tuesday, 12 May 2015

The Wait

The waits of motherhood
The wait to conceive, for those lines to appear
To see that heartbeat on the zig zagging screen
To deliver, to hear that tiny scream
The burp, the yawn, the no way to stay awake sleep
With these waits behind me
Now I wait for his first steps and words
To be exalted to Mom
I wait for a kiss and hug
The world in his tiny arms.