you wish you could crush your tubes with a bar
amidst the pluvious sight you call your eyes
keep the secret hidden in a memoir
cause your spine is insecure
unsure of how to wear this crown for the mature
but every time you look into his eyes
you wave your youth goodbye
and a wave of effleurage stills your logorrheic mind
you hope the rule of gravity still applies
towards your child's heartbeat you must fall
over and over you must fall
when the echo of the unborn calls you mother
you will comply
help you forget
how your ambition gets jealous
at every miracle that just happens to come by surprise
Motherhood-you possess such great pulchritude
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