The pains of 9 months still rings in my medulla
I could hear the groans of my carrier
Complaining endlessly for comfort
I am sobered,she felt helpless
While I am hibernated in a beautiful dorm
She is in her worst nightmare of the agony of the pains
Her favourite meal has become her enemy
My favourite is now her favourite
She get drilled by a needle for me to feel well in her stomach
In the 7th month,she can no longer go anywhere she pleases
The unbudging balloon has weighed her down
Her facial beauty fades away to make the inner (womb) beauty glow endlessly
The d-day is here,when she will have to suffer the bastinado pains of labour
Groaning,grunting,crying,shouting and pushing all I could hear while coming out
The triumphant look in her face made me cry out
I will forever remain grateful to here (mother) for protecting me in her own body for 9 months
Forever is the pains of 9 months in my head and soul
©tunjames
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