I expand on the outside
as she grows within:
this little thing,
no bigger than an aubergine.
Tomorrow, she will be a baked potato.
Next week, a marrow perhaps?
I wonder what she’ll be like
when she comes out
and if she’ll look like my cat,
who has sat on top of her for days
keeping a tab on the various ways
I am changing.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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Such a beautiful and sweet poem😊
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Thank you so much. It’s about my sister who is pregnant and I wrote it to her.
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