Motherhood After Sunrise
Filled With Wonderment
This is the joy that I have been longing for.
What would it be like to look at a part of me?
I carefully tremble at the thought of
Embracing my very own progeny.
The gown says that I am getting close.
The bed tells me that I am much closer.
The nervousness overwhelms my soul.
The sound of my heartbeat is louder.
I am excited but I am also very confused.
Should I really be happy at this moment?
Would I be wrong to express melancholy?
After sunrise, my womb will be vacant.
The closeness was always in existence.
The communication was delightfully beautiful.
You were well-secured within.
The bond was exceedingly magical.
I see a powerful moment after your arrival.
The connection is causing me to glow.
You gaze at me adoringly, filled with wonderment.
From the garden of love, I received the best rose.
About the Creator
Leona Valentine
Hi. I have been writing since I was a kid. After college, I published a poem called "Dark Heaven" in a book titled The Colors of Life. I love writing short stories, poems and more. I enjoy parenting, art, meditation, and martial arts.
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