She is gentle yet strong-meek yet bold.
She  is a woman to behold.
She is a expectant mother as we can see
Waiting for her child to be set free.

Sleeping in a fetal position- doesn’t help her disposition.

Feeling the kicks at home or at work
And thinking that all men are jerks.

She wonders about the nine months that she must go through
If she will have the strength to survive
And if her husband will be by her side.

When she is in her chair at night
She sees her stomach as a glorious sight.
There is a child in her waiting to be fed
And doesn’t want her to go to bed.

The baby wants to feel their mothers touch
And the soothing words that she speaks
This is what they seek.

When the time comes for the child  to see the world
For  the first time-feels the cool air
They look for their mothers warmth to share.

The joy and pride that the expectant mother feels
Is something that can’t be concealed.