It was a hard journey, and painful too.
It lasted the best part of a year.
Sickness and pain, mainly in the back.
The heat of late summer did not make it any easier.
There were moments along the way.
The first time I felt any movement.
Hands flat to feel the reassurance.
Then there were the kicks, visible they were.
The arrival was worse not better.
Screams and OH the pains!
Crushed held hands, tears and curses.
Had I known we would not have started, never again!
Was if worth it, now, in hindsight?
The pain, the deprivation, the sickness?
Could such a small result, albeit perfect;
Be full reward for the suffering, stress and FAT!
That eternal moment, that first time
You wrapped your hand round my finger:
You showed total trust and love.
Was full payment for all passed: and everything to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem