Her trip
catherine john@catherinedafuus946946
24 days ago
Rubbing her protruding belly, she grinned happily,
her heart melting as the little one kicked in jolly.
The hours turned into days and then to weeks,
bringing her closer to beholding the one whom with so much warmth she housed.
Soon the clock ticked and she couldn’t help but groan,
anguish and pain so much that it felt she sat on hell’s throne.
The floor burned her feet and the bed couldn’t diminish the heat she only could feel,
in no time she discarded all she had on in a bid to lessen the pain.
But then a vociferous from a tiny being brought a faint smile to her face,
bathed in sweat and tears she thought an end had come to this phase.
But the midwife continued to whisper words of comfort and strength,
until the full form of the other came to the world.
The new mother chuckled as she held them, with a gaze that affirmed she cared,
tiny hands wiggling and piercing whimpers from mouths that waited to be fed.
Alas, the sway of emotions, morning fever and obstinate cravings had come to a standstill,
the expectancy even and unwavering thoughts of childbirth as well.
The trip, she knew had no propinquity to smoothness,
Occasionally her eyes turned heavy with exhaustion and her hair a mess.
Darkness lingered longer and she could scarcely shut her lids,
the twins depleted her strength, yet the thrill of motherhood refrained her from complaints.
One night, they wailed all through and refused to suckle,
their bodies like the stove that heated the kettle.
At dawn she ran to seek help,
her heart hammering with every tap, only to learn that teething fever wasn’t an infirmity.
Their first tread, they made the same day,
a proud mother and father watched them play.
‘mama’ they cried when their rickety limbs gave way,
the mother beamed, their first words gratified her so well.
Soon, they were encompassed by the four walls of a classroom,
prior to leaving, she glanced through the window, sniffing the looming perfume.
They intoned in the white man’s tongue with merry,
and parroted the letters and numbers that kissed the whiteboard.
The mother couldn’t deny how swift time flew,
the children had gone so far away, that apart she judged they grew.
She sat awaiting their return as scholars,
Unwearyingly like the wolf awaiting its prey.
Lying on her death bed, she reminisced the beautiful bitter sweet voyage of motherhood,
the two who sat by her bed with watery eyes had done her so much good.
With her last breath she blessed them,
and thanked the creator that they were birthed by her.
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