Becoming A Mother
Becoming a mother’s a wonderful thing.
A baby’s a gift; their own love they bring.
It’s a marvellous time, it really is neat
But some things that happen aren’t quite so sweet.
Your figure is altered, re-moulded & softened.
Time with the washing machine becomes urgent and often.
Your brain becomes addled as your womb swells with pride;
You are being re-programmed, right from the inside.
You develop an instinct straight from Jurassic Park
Like the fire had been built, and had now taken spark.
You could distinguish a cry from hundreds of others;
Transformation complete. You are now primal mother.
Your fears become heightened, so no resting on laurels.
It’s your job to be teacher, imparting knowledge and morals.
It is your job to guide them, to become compass, and driver
As you yearn for their happiness, with every single fibre.
You’ll watch more children’s television than you’d care to admit
So much so, that you’ll even start to enjoy it a bit.
You’ll find yourself engrossed and so enter the trap
Where you carry on watching, while baby is taking a nap.
So yes there are changes, embrace one and all.
Be poised ready for action, any time your child calls
And simply do your best, then you won’t go far wrong
But above all, enjoy each moment, as childhood doesn’t last long.
Becoming A Mother is a poem written by English Poet, Ms Moem.
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