Soft belly affords an entrance
She is leaning on the bed
Mulling over the \'Heard Maladies\',
Lips widened when
Thinking about the future!
Gloomy world:
The little one is curling,
Hitting the wall against it,
It must be a symptom!
Exhausted body,
Writhing with pain,
A state of chaos,
Her heart weeps,
Longing to attain,
The worldly state of a woman.
Calabash burst out,
The blood is oozing,
Blushy cheeks
Reveals the attainment!
The mustard eyes opening,
Puppetish,
With an alarming voice,
She recognises her Identity!
Hands yearning to
Touch the new comer!
Laya Pens