Nine months risking my own to give a life
Not once but five
Hours I labored to bring forth life
Not one but thirty five
Nights I lay wake without sleep
Not one but too many
Watching my body reshape
My hair thin out
My emotions so frail
But my spirit was fierce
The love of a mother
holding in her arms and
Gazing into the eyes of the gift of life,
Asking for nothing but the strength to love them more
Yet you, who was to make me feel secure as I risked my life,
Tore down my walls with your unkind words
Yet you,who was to ease my pain as I labored, drove a knife through my heart with your actions,
Yet you, who was to give me rest after sleepless nights,
Burdened me with a heavy heart.
Nine months risking my own to give a life
Not once but five
Hours I labored to bring forth life
Not one but thirty five
A labor of love that you failed to appreciate
A gift from God you shall not scorn
The LORD gives, and the LORD takes away. May the name of the LORD be blessed!
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