Two in one
She, like me, walks and runs
She lifts things, carrying all along
Though in time not as much; as is mine
This is part; man’s nature.
But doubtless, many times, is ahead
Miracles.
Look at her for nine months taking dot
She carries, nourishes, dot turns nut
And larger, fantasies, hope and life,
Her back’s arch is balanced, and so on.
She is great as bearer and mother
And much more…
Therefore I raise my hat with respect
To ladies on my path; too heavy, pregnant.
Regard them truly “Two in one”.
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