Adorned with stretch marks
and belly curved like moon
she embraces it gently
with fingers, to feel the boon

The pain kisses her body
a beauty starts to cry
her screech is a melody
to which hums the sky

To give her life a life
she accepts the torment
Then pushes herself hard
to make the baby descent

Gracefully, it leaves her body
like a cone leaves a pine tree
Hearing its cries, her heart soothes
she chants prayers, buzzing like bee

Nine months of love and care
at last arrives in front of her eyes
she relaxes herself, feeling bedgasm
to her patience, this was a prize


© Amaara