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One suffering from the many we women have

Poetry By: Sunnyson
Poetry



Morning sickness or for those like me , all day sickness for weeks sometimes months.


Submitted:Nov 27, 2007    Reads: 125    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


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.





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