A mother's Pain - Chronicles

Pounding rain struck against cold glass,
Thunder resounding louder than the last.
Lightning flashing repeatedly across the sky,
Yet her spirit and joy was soaring high.

The seed in her was growing fast,
Nine months would quickly pass.
Soon she would hold her child,
Enduring discomforts was mild.

As the months started flying by,
She silently bid her silhouette good bye.
A distended belly that grew each day,
The weight that made her feet sway.

Convincing herself daily it was well worth,
She would soon lose her increasing girth.
Soon she could do what she used to,
As her movement slowed as she grew.

Eight and a half months have since passed,
She had to admit she wasn’t having a blast.
A nagging pain in the small of her back,
Pain giving her a constant anxiety attack.

Swiftly the pain without warning struck,
On the delivery bed she began to buck.
Such great pain and so much blood,
To bear what had nine months earlier bud.

With a final push with all her strength,
Collapsing as the baby emerged at length.
The pain of nine months and the birth,
For her child everything was worth.

Jolting awake with a sharp start,
As squalls ripped the night apart.
Her little one demanding to be fed,
All thoughts of rest quickly fled.

She hurried swiftly to the babe’s side,
Hoping the cries would quickly subside.
He needed rest to work the next morn,
No disturbances at all – he did warn!

Alas! She was not fast enough!
For he awoke sounding very gruff!
Shut it up for God’s Sake he yelled,
Refuelling the cries that just quelled.

Grabbing his pillow he left the room,
Slamming the door with a loud boom.
Hugging the babe tight to her breast,
She started feeling lonely & depressed.

Left alone with her child in the gloom,
Dizziness struck as fatigue start to loom.
Keeping home and raising the babe alone,
She was already worked down to the bone.

Giving up had never seemed so easy,
Reverting to a life that was oh-so breezy.
How simple life for her would then be,
No troubles and life complication-free!

Distracted by a soft brush against her face,
Smiling as the babe turned in her embrace.
It was worth going through everything rough,
For her child was simply more than enough.

Keening wails penetrated the stillness,
She turned and worried over the illness.
Her beloved child had taken sick,
Sweat on her brow made it slick.

Lips moved fervently in a whispered prayer,
My child is only one, not now, not here!
Frantic to bring down the burning heat,
Ignoring death that she was trying to cheat.

Silence reigned as wailing subsided,
Sickness fled under the care she provided.
Her child’s life was finally safe and sound,
She sighed with relief sinking to the ground.

A year has since that day passed,
Her beloved child was growing fast.
Soon speech to the child would come,
She couldn’t wait to hear the word mum.

Mama – the words she longed to hear,
She smiled as she wiped away her tear.
She knew that nothing had been in vain,
Her child was worth each and every pain.