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By Just L Date: 2012 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2012.08.14.01.27.19462]] |
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I was reminded of my six-month anniversary poem today How it was sweet and triumphant in every way At six months we were so silly in love, we could’ve been deemed deranged My husband insisted it was our “spork” anniversary He claimed nine months was our “could’ve had a baby” day And I wondered, wistfully, what we’d exchange… (Body fluids if I had my way) After nine months we are in hard labor We’ve exchanged obscenities that we would not otherwise say One devotedly wipes a brow, while the other irritated yells, “Go away” Wave after wave of pain… some days all we can do is pray And in those moments of rest between contractions we laugh and play The expectant glow has worn off But the truth is after nine months no mask can stay Something new is being born More authentic, meaningful, with more range Delivery is not pretty and I would have it no other way If I can simply get through today By Just L August 12, 2012 |