Poetry

The Sign

(A sneak peek into my poetry collection)

I wake with startling awareness

My child stirs in my belly

A pain begins to spread around

An unfamiliar and unnatural feeling

I turn to my left side to find relief

It makes the pain shoot down my spine

An hour later, I’m in a ball unable to move

Hot tea with lemon doesn’t do the trick

I’m unable to explore medication

For fear my child growing will suffer

I take comfort in knowing it’ll pass

It’ll get better with time and I’ll be glad

Days pass and time for birth is near

I find that I’ve lost weight again

The doctor tells me not to worry

I try to pretend there’s nothing scary

Entering the hospital, I know I’ll be elated

When my child is placed in my arms

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