Sleep

Man and woman sleep
and share blood,
Morning comes
and to their duties they go,
Night enters
and they sleep again,
Routines continue
and days pass.

Midnight it is;
the woman groans;
Many sympathies
with no much ado,
woman groans louder;
an infant is here.

So sweet and lovely;
the infant cries,
Man lifts the tender one;
tears flow,
One like him
One like them,
Their sleep
gives them yields,
Yields that
make them three.

THAT IS MY POEM…
I HAVE BEING AN AVID READER OF THIS VERY INFORMATIVE MAGAZINE SINCE IT WAS LAUNCHED. I AM NOW ABOUT 34 WEEKS PREGNANT AND I CAN TELL YOU THAT Pregnant HAS REALLY EDUCATED AND INSPIRED ME.
THE FACT THAT ONE CAN SHARE WITH MOTHERS AND FATHERS IN SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES IS SUCH A WONDERFUL THING.

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