Feeling
Every move inside herself
Movements that were so strange
A life, a body, was being made
She had fears of this creative change,
Not knowing
Which way to turn or sit
So many body changes
Making her feel so weak and sick
It's to be her last, never again!
No more days or nights
Of feeling alsorts of pains.

But
At the end, end of your travail
When
Life's escaped and into your arms
It lies with its cheek against your breast
You look down
You smile
You love
You're elated to see
Your own flesh and blood you fought
And sweated to let free.

Holding close
Your offspring, your eyes
Begin to rain
Then
A sudden whisper comes from your
Mouth...
' My baby, you were well Worth the pain!'