My feet gonna fly off the ground!
The surges growing stronger
And it’s progressively longer.
My pelvic gonna drop anytime
Waddle like a penguin
My body seem to be on running engine.
Nearing to the finishing line.
My feet gonna run like the wind
Waiting for the right time.
Then suddenly the show no flow.
And I gooooooo…..so sloowwwwww
Body occasionally growing sore
This waiting game testing my Patience
or maybe I am being tested how Present.
No need to throw a fit.
Just eat, pray, meditate and chill
I know you’re coming.
The sun shall rise and shine.
Wait I shall, my lovely son.
Yet what else can I do?
© Cordelia Lee