Mirror, my friend, you dare not tell a lie
As I gaze at my reflection and give a soft sigh.
My poor old tummy is no longer my own.
In the past nine months, I have gained a whole stone.
There - a kick - to make sure that I'm aware,
Some little one will very soon appear,
And there - another - just to let me know
That I have not very long more to go.
The time is right now and I must rush,
Oh, Dear God, Dear God, I'm ready to push.
Hush! What is that sound I do hear?
Oh, Sweet Jesus, You have answered my prayer!
A baby, as beautiful as an angel's smile.
In bewilderment, I hold you in my arms for a while.
One little hand that holds my finger
And how I marvel. Contentedly, I linger…
How little did I know back then
That I was to become the proud mother of ten.
Each infant gave me as much joy
And it made no difference either a girl or a boy.
I often think of the very first time
And that is why I composed this rhyme.
For all you mothers preparing to give birth.
It is the most wonderful of miracles on this earth
By Mai Venn.
Such a delicate telling of motherhood and the beauty it holds when a child is born. All the things it does to a woman's body is alarming at first, but the miracle that ensues is the most wonderful one on earth. Proud mother of ten? ? How absolutely lucky you are to have them all! This is an inspiring poem, thank you for sharing it! RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just had my first baby and it felt u were writing from inside me I love this poem. Always a pleasure to read your poems