Slower than the sun rising and setting
Pregnancy grows in slow motion
All are time-bound!
Conception takes place in secret
Making women seem like a guild
At the prenatal, antenatal or post natal workshops
The pregnants still look like a defiant cult
Their states coveted by envious expectant moms.
Riding through the tracks of memory
At young age tickling my fancy;
Hawking all sorts
Used to delight in counting
The number of pregnant women I see per day.
Occasionally, I see power-packed rotund bellies
Drooping incubators as against chesty bosomy ones
Used to envision multiple births on the way!
Crossing the highway motorists honor
The pregnant with right of passage
Mommies are worthy Ambassadors of Heaven
To insure, assure and ensure
Continuity of generations;
Partakers in God’s projects
Truly, it is a rare privilege partnering with God.
What a glorious sight at the hospital site!
Wards carrying bags assisting
Post-partum mothers in the wards
Behold, the precious fruits
Of divine and physical love-making
Adorned in brand new haberdasheries
Head to toes to be immunized
By cloaked, bespectacled and stethoscoped consultants
Flanked on all sides by nurses
Attending to nursing mothers.
Despair not! Your days are coming to be counted
Among the brand new nursing mothers
Of the Lord’s Heritage.
All are time bound!
In the phases of life
Every woman will have to conceive as she was conceived
Become and renamed a pregnant woman
Go through the vagaries and trauma of delivery
Before earning the crown of a nursing mother.