(Poem 336 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Every mother wants
the best for her baby,
pins hopes for prosperity
on the unborn future,
and wishes a better life
for her offspring
than she was afforded.
Though it hurts to imagine,
she knows the child
will have to learn lessons
that will cause pain
and will face enemies
who hope to do them harm.
And it thrills her to think
about the elated joy
her son or daughter
will experience when
moments of success
become victories,
and bubble up into
celebration.
@Home Studio – 336th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Pregnant Villains photos to accompany my poem:
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