37 1/2 Weeks and Everything Hurts
If one more person asks me how I’m feeling,
I might just drop this baby at their feet.
Especially in this 90 degree June heat
with my ankles the size of pontoons
floating me down the river to motherhood.
Untie my tethers, unclamp the mainstay,
let the sails loose to luff
as I drift into the dull-drums
without any movement of air,
They seem to go on
forever
until the waters break
and all the storm’s fury
is let loose.
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This poem is for my pregnant sister who told me “everything hurts”. Just a little chuckle for her.
Ugh. My sister was pregnant with twins and felt just like that!
It was all over my sister’s voice yesterday.
Oh- those pontoons floating down the river- great image!
And yet, it doesn’t feel like you’re floating. Oh My!
I really like this poem, especially the ending! Being heavily pregnant in this kind of heat is no joke! Your sister needs some extra TLC.
Thank you. Yes, I’m sure she is getting plenty of TLC <3.
Almost impossible to forget that feeling.
Love the way you keep the water imagery flowing!
Thank you!
Yes, been there, done that and it’s all true