Mother To Be Poem by vicky Lynn Ring

Alone she sat on the soft green grass
Leaning agaisnt the old oak tree
Daydreaming of what this birth might be
Thinking will it look like me,
Very soon she shall see.
Between joy, pleasure and pain
Confused of strange emotions,
To bare this child alone.
Her stomach swollen and her face agow
Feeling motherly sickness, as she feels her baby kicking.
The seed had been planted,
Tender, Loving, Care is what this baby will need.
Growing strong in her womb,
Developing like a butterfly inside its cocoon.
This is an insight
For a new life,
To breathe and see all the world's delights.
This is what life is all about
Four seasons all year around,
Mother Nature, the gift of birth
To all mothers to be...