Oh how we women suffer! All in the name of being a mother.
But oh how wonderful to be just that.
I am waiting, perhaps just a little impatiently for
this first part of suffering to be over, for I will then
gladly greet the day.
Each and every morn I will lay quietly still, knowing that
it won’t be long till I’m over that hill.
Oh God here I go again! A comforting hand gives cool relief
Cold compress upon sweaty forehead
This ain’t all its cracked up to be, but we suffer for the sweet end.
We suffer in that beautiful end.
In-between are the times we cherish, loving every moment.
Until then I’ll suffer this weakness, for I know it’s worth
Every second until that end.