I love my legs
There I said it wooohoooo
And my boobs aren't that bad
For a mother of two
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My dearest little pinkies
With your tips of ruby treasure
I know you'll be complaining
Soon
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Is it endearing
when my tongue ties?
Do you like the flutter
Of my butterflies?
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Eloquently done
Your form you shape with chisel
Chisel of the mind
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I read a poem called ‘spider month'
It portrayed the fear, and was a triumph
In reply I wrote this poem below
(The poet was V. Doherty, so you know)
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S ilence did haunt the delivery room
T ortured by labour forlorn
I nfant lay lifeless in saddening gloom
L imp but so perfectly formed
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Pop as my waters broke.
So full of anticipation.
Waves of contraction.
Pushed free.
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The washing monster
How it grows
It's fed well
On our dirty clothes
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Two tiny tots
Named Rosie and jack
Raced to the revolving doors
With sports bags on their back
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