My butt is so itchy, my back is so sore!
I think I can carry this Lil one no more!
Why must you taunt me with cramps and contractions?
Forget preparation, I'm ready for action!
Your kicks and hiccups are ever so sweet,
But little one, it must be soon time that we meet.
Please understand that I love you forever, but sometimes I feel like I'll hold you never!
But still I must wait while you take your sweet time.
You may be slow, baby, but baby, you're mine.
Regan Guerra, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
A Poetic Vent
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