Apr 5, 2019
Updated: Dec 31, 2020
A sonnet, by Beverly Stock. Originally published on ClassicalPoets.org on March 28, 2019. It can be found here.
The Pregnant Woman nests a baby seed
Who’s ever pressing on her very core
While her body adapts to baby’s needs
She’s feeling aches she’s never known before.
A linea alba marks a fibrous path,
A vertical white line on her flesh
Of God’s exacting hemispherical math,
Where muscles and the forming child enmesh.
The Pregnant Woman cannot seem to sleep
She warns that moods are swinging, family beware
And in her waking hours, she tends to weep—
The Pregnant Woman needs some extra care.
Long labor pushes her past vertigo
Toward the deepest love she’ll ever know.