On your first acquaintance with the earth.
Yes, indeed, may I illuminate
The momentous occasion of your birth!
For in that very wrinkle in time,
Not one could replace the wondrous grandeur
Of God’s magnificent, crowning design.
Eyes gazed upon you with unabashed candor.
Foreigners rushed in droves to glimpse your smooth, satin bottom.
Fingers and lips probed at your every nook and cranny.
Your mother wore a tired grin, appearing like swollen flotsam.
Perhaps she brandished a pained look due to a throbbing fanny.
Within days, you were whisked away to your new, fluid-less haven.
Positive words surrounded you like alcoholics a bottle of booze.
The one who bore you was suddenly expected to be a selfless, motherly maven!
Yet, soon fatigue and frustration set in as well as the post-baby blues.
Oh, the joys of motherhood--of being responsible for a child!
Oh, the brevity of a mindless babe so meek and so very mild!
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