Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy

Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.

Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.

Tags: babies, Baby, Baby Hazel, Baby Hazel Poem Series, baby shower, Hazel Onyeche, Poem, Poems, Poetry, pregnancy, Womb Prose

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