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.
YOU ARE READING
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.
