A Mother's Pain - Birth
Pounding rain struck against cold glass,
Thunder resounding louder than the last.
Lightning flashing repeatedly across the sky,
Yet her spirit and joy was soaring up high.
The seed in her was growing fast,
Nine months would quickly pass.
Soon she would hold her child,
Enduring discomforts was mild.
As the months started flying by,
She silently bid her silhouette good bye.
A distended belly that grew each day,
The pressure that made her feet sway.
Convincing herself daily it was well worth,
She would soon lose her increasing girth.
Soon she could do what she used to,
As her movement slowed as she grew.
Eight and a half months have since passed,
She had to admit she wasn’t having a blast.
A nagging pain in the small of her back,
Pain giving her constant anxiety attack.
Swiftly the pain without warning struck,
On the delivery bed she began to buck.
Such great pain and so much blood,
To bear what had nine months earlier bud.
With a final push with all her strength,
Collapsing as it finally emerged at length.
The pain of nine months and the birth,
For her child everything was worth.
Well, I was just thinking of our mothers and the pain they had to go through to bring us into this world.
9 months of carrying the child:
1. gaining weight
2. unable to do many things
3. baby sucks mum’s calcium (leaving the mother with a lack of calcium later).
4. The weight of carrying the baby causes the way the veins look in the calves. (Look at your mother's legs as she grows older, the veins popping out through her skin are from carrying you for nine months.)
Birth:
1. Pain in giving birth
2. Fear of anything happening to the child (stillborn / child gets stuck / child is born differently in any way)
Bringing up:
1. Defiance / rebellion
2. love, punishment – brings pain to both to parent and child
3. loss – through marriage / death
During Old age:
1. some parents abandoned
2. children don’t visit often
3. pain and brittle bones – lack of calcium.
4. Other dieseases that strikes as they are at their weakest in life.
Well, this poem is only the part about the nine months and about the birth. If you guys want to hear more, i won't mind writing the part on bringing up their children and their old age.
This poem is dedicated to all mothers. (You can use this on mother's day or her birthday - it is really touching i guess.. But please ask for my permission first? Because I wrote this as a birthday present for my mum. So it kind of belongs to HER.. lol)
OMG.. tommorrow is my exams!! AHHHHH.. I'm still writing poems and getting emo T_T
{I am SOOOOO Dead!}
Thunder resounding louder than the last.
Lightning flashing repeatedly across the sky,
Yet her spirit and joy was soaring up high.
The seed in her was growing fast,
Nine months would quickly pass.
Soon she would hold her child,
Enduring discomforts was mild.
As the months started flying by,
She silently bid her silhouette good bye.
A distended belly that grew each day,
The pressure that made her feet sway.
Convincing herself daily it was well worth,
She would soon lose her increasing girth.
Soon she could do what she used to,
As her movement slowed as she grew.
Eight and a half months have since passed,
She had to admit she wasn’t having a blast.
A nagging pain in the small of her back,
Pain giving her constant anxiety attack.
Swiftly the pain without warning struck,
On the delivery bed she began to buck.
Such great pain and so much blood,
To bear what had nine months earlier bud.
With a final push with all her strength,
Collapsing as it finally emerged at length.
The pain of nine months and the birth,
For her child everything was worth.
Well, I was just thinking of our mothers and the pain they had to go through to bring us into this world.
9 months of carrying the child:
1. gaining weight
2. unable to do many things
3. baby sucks mum’s calcium (leaving the mother with a lack of calcium later).
4. The weight of carrying the baby causes the way the veins look in the calves. (Look at your mother's legs as she grows older, the veins popping out through her skin are from carrying you for nine months.)
Birth:
1. Pain in giving birth
2. Fear of anything happening to the child (stillborn / child gets stuck / child is born differently in any way)
Bringing up:
1. Defiance / rebellion
2. love, punishment – brings pain to both to parent and child
3. loss – through marriage / death
During Old age:
1. some parents abandoned
2. children don’t visit often
3. pain and brittle bones – lack of calcium.
4. Other dieseases that strikes as they are at their weakest in life.
Well, this poem is only the part about the nine months and about the birth. If you guys want to hear more, i won't mind writing the part on bringing up their children and their old age.
This poem is dedicated to all mothers. (You can use this on mother's day or her birthday - it is really touching i guess.. But please ask for my permission first? Because I wrote this as a birthday present for my mum. So it kind of belongs to HER.. lol)
OMG.. tommorrow is my exams!! AHHHHH.. I'm still writing poems and getting emo T_T
{I am SOOOOO Dead!}
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