POEM: Pregnancy

When I was pregnant with my child, 

I dreamed about my mother being pregnant with me. 

When I had my morning sickness, 

I could feel my mother’s sickness 

As she carried me in her womb. 

When I felt my pain, 

I felt my mother’s pain too. 

When I couldn’t sleep at night, 

I knew that neither she could sleep all those years ago when she was expecting me. 

Now I know how my mother felt, 

As I felt the same pain. 

My mother is a saint. 

Motherhood is sacred.

2009

From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 26.