Oh how we women suffer!
All in the name of being a mother.
But oh how wonderful to be just that.
I am waiting, impatiently
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 it's cracked up to be,
but we suffer for the sweet 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 glorious end.
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