When the sun's always out,
And the dread of the pregnant woman just raising,
Her womb bigger indeed,
Full of pains and messy of the inside baby,
Thoughts of the young kid start dialing.
Few days later I was born
Few Days.
Daudi Mwanambuu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 03/02/2021
Poet's note: The poem is all about birthday celebrations, it is basically informative to friends with intentions of participating to one's birthday.
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Poem topics: baby, sun, woman, young, start, womb, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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