She woke up
Ready for the day
She wakes the others
In need of help for the way.
She hastens
Which isn't a natural thing for her to do
Gathering strength
In lieu of admitting to the woe.
Made to the place
With much haste she was fatigued.
At the entrance
Made her stand and sigh in grief.
Stunned and shocked
I have made you
Don't you fall on stroke
I have an unwrapped news to offer to you.
Buckle up
Regretful the news could turn
Times up
The baby isn't it, but a pitiful Baby-like lady
Who's had a great turn of life
Upon efforts of life's condemnation.
°°°°°°°
❤ poetess
