Pregnancy Poem

wonders of pregnancy

Balance

© Clare Lewtas
Two weekends ago I discovered that I am pregnant,
two blue stripes beacon to change my world forever;
a simple prelude to the infinitely complex phenomenon of life.
My eyes smile at me in the mirror, with excitement, questions and incredulity,
I put my hand on my belly and laugh “am I really going to have a baby?”
Me, I, we? Yes. How amazing. How wonderful.
Smoking stops, drinking stops, old life stops…life starts,
how great it feels to get over my weaknesses,
as I am acting instinctively on what's best for our child,
our child is, without knowing, prompting what is best for me.
Pregnancy: a commitment that sets me Free...to love unconditionally

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Published: Apr 2008

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