Third Trimester

The pitter patter of fingers and toes
internal raindrops
naturally quicken
into a newborn downpour
of random words.
Timid typist,
I am sure you are writing
sonnets
and novellas
on the walls
of my womb,
and I am jealous
of my own
reproductiveness,
and your invisible,
indelible ink.


As it is Mother’s Day weekend, I felt inclined to post a series of poems about motherhood. This one I wrote in my third trimester of pregnancy with my daughter.

14 Comments

  1. Hobbo

    Beautiful stuff K. I just love this. Expectant mums generally complain about their babies kicking, but the thought of them lying there being creative, is simply awesome, and of course, it is very well written, as always.😊

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