Nine MonthsA Poem by Michael Opoku-Addo
Nine months of waiting, praying, hoping,
she doesn't tell any body how she is coping.
The first trimester is always the longest,
always the time where you have to be strongest.
Nine months of tempered, hormonal tantrums,
while the child slowly forms in their tums.
The first trimester is full of sickness,
at first it can seem like wickedness,
until they realized they have been gifted
with a child, in which lives can be lifted.
Sometimes a child is a chance to start again,
it can bring women closer to their men.
Parents always want to have a grandchild,
they don't think about the trimester of vile bile.
After nine months of sweat and tears
finally, the end of her fears
as a new child is born,
no more need to feel forlorn.
© 2012 Michael Opoku-Addo
Added on March 28, 2012
Last Updated on March 28, 2012
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