Baby Jane

“It’s all just a chapter, soon it all won’t be.” A poem to my daughter about cherishing her in every chapter, because the book of motherhood will not last forever.

Hoping, praying, many tears
Why I’m not pregnant sets in fears
After trying and nothing yet
Is there something I don’t get
Two more months had come and gone
Still no baby, but to God I hold on
Next month comes and I pray for the best
With tears in my eyes I take the test
Two pink lines that indicate
My period is going to be extremely late
Tears and songs of praise pour out
Sorry Lord for my humanly doubt
Tiny kicks and your heart beat
Embracing my belly, I can’t wait to meet
Throwing up and sever back pain
But there is so much joy to gain
Planning, cleaning and getting ready for you
Showers, gifts and “stretch” marks too
Pushing, sweating and more pain
But it’s all  worth it to have my baby Jane
Small fingers, tiny toes
My heart’s so full, yet, love still grows.
Loving you first then getting to know you
Backwards it seems, but it’s true
We loved you before you came to be
Loving you for always and unconditionally
Cuddling, cooing, kicking feet
Fuzzy hair with baby smell, so sweet
Rolling over, standing up
Profound movements, growing up.
Walking, running, falling down
Kissing boo-boos, turning frowns.
Messy hair and spit up clothes
I’m worn out and no one knows
Thankless job that has no end
Self-pity is my accompanied friend
Sassing, whining, stomping feet
“It’s just a chapter,” I must repeat
Overwhelmed, tired and frustrated
Thinking of the days Your dad and I dated
Wishing for you to grow up faster
Longing to be my life’s master
Then a voice softly said to me
“It’s all just a chapter, soon it all won’t be.”
Then I realized and took a deep breathed in
I was wishing my time with you to be thin.
With tears in my eyes and an aching in my heart
I asked for forgiveness for wishing us apart
I turned my mind and set it to be
Forever on joy to be your mommy.
I realize now this little time is fleeting
So I choose to be the mom who prayed for our meeting
I chose to remember in the whines and sass
That the blessing to be a mommy greatly does surpass.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

You have expressed it so very well and with great rhythm and rhyme, too! I won't go into details, but I feel ya", truly identify!

[Tse]

This poems truely depicts the chapters of a mother's life , how she craves for her baby n takes care of it in her womb n protects it wen it cums out into the world! Truely blessed to read it!