No More ‘The Queen Bee’

Here I am, being wheeled to the delivery room,
Anxious I am, anticipating to see you soon,
My baby, no longer in my tummy you will be,
Instead a little brat in my arms I will see.

But how I will miss those midnight cravings for food,
Ooh, strawberry ice-cream, peanut butter sandwich never felt so good!
Nausea too hit me mid-mornings sometimes,
And then I would gorge on a lavish spread at lunchtimes.

The hubby has been on a tight leash, at my beck and call,
Hey, my back hurts! Hello, hold me lest I fall…
My in-laws gushing and fawning over me,
Never have I felt before like ‘I am the Queen Bee!’

Alas, with you outside, all this will end,
I can’t help but feel oh! so depressed,
Baby, can’t you stay in just a little bit longer?
While Mommy goes on to satiate some more hunger.

______________________________________
Connect with Penmancy:


______________________________________

Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!

Latest posts by Sheetal Ashpalia (see all)

Advertisements

Let us know what you think about this story.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.