Pregnancy

Pregnancy

A Poem by Invisible Ink
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34 Weeks

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Hard to breath
hard to sit
hard to get back up
hard to stand
hard to walk
hard to run
hard to wear pants
hard to wear shoes
on swollen feet
hard to sleep
always uncomfortable
in stretching skin
hard to bend over
hard to SQUAT
hard to work
hard to play
hard to wash dishes
hard to clean
but easy to eat in between
hard to lift
hard to carry
hard to think
hard to remember
Whose birthday is in November?
hard to turn
hard to take trips
hard to drive
hard to keep up with friends
hard to you-know-what in bed
hard to save money
hard to spend
hard to know
when is the end?
but so easy
to love you
without ever having
seen your face

© 2010 Invisible Ink




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Wow, I love this. Beautifully described and worded, great job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow; is this what its like? its almost like the mother carrying the baby experiences again what it is to be a baby to increase her compassion for the coming of her child and their experience....

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Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

aww this is really sweet

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Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Aw. That is a really good poem. I like how you list all of the things that are difficult. It made me feel really sympathetic but at the end I am notified that you are going through pain for your love. Great Job! :)

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Added on May 23, 2010
Last Updated on November 20, 2010
Tags: pregnancy, baby, children, motherhood

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"I guess I wrote in invisible ink, Oh, I've tried to think how I could have made it appear"- Aimee Mann Open the cage and set the bird free. I am a writer. A poet. Words have saved me. I am a .. more..

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