In her poem she tells of her childbirth experience,
comparing the pains of labor to some mystical;
I don't know.
I was lost in her whole metaphorical explanation
of it all.
Oddly remembering an old joke in my head for some reason,
and my wife's accounts of our own little bundles of joy,
entrances into this world.
Those that have now grown, to the reason.
We're willing to go underground, change our names
and learn how not to leave a trail of credit card receipts
so we could be found.
Motherhood, fatherhood, parenthood.
Some actually strive for this status.
Go figure.
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option 2
A contest entry
- Poetry Hodgepodge by DolceVito.
875 points, ended November 30, 2008, 25 entries
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Thank you for entering this awesome write...Parenthood: yup, I know exactly what you mean. Good job
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