Waiting for the Son

Bloated and floating into maternity
She sighs.
Her mood deflated by the belated arrival –
Hoping that phial of euphoria will soon
Take affect.

Heavy and listless,
A whale beached on a dry and stuffy shore –
Longing to see who will appear
At the end of the road,
To say hello, and seek the arms of a
Mother, who
Fresh and new
Glows with sweat and overflowing
With love for this tiny person.

The anticipation is a challenge,
But the result –
Awesome.

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