Do you feel like a proper grown up now?
Has the enormity of it sunk in?
Have you reconciled
You're having a child?
Does it feel like the most nerve-wracking thing?
Is your head swimming with indecision?
Getting through the pregnancy and the birth,
Then the work's not done,
It's only begun:
There's the rest of the child's life on this earth.
Although you're feeling unwell such a lot
And you have worries about what is to come,
I believe in you,
Whatever you do.
I know you'll be an extra special mum.

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Poems From an Odd Person
PoetryOddments of verses written from very young to now. All mine. Some daft, some extremely personal, some rather dismal... All poetry is a mirror of something.