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The Uninvited Guest…

Aging is an annoying house guest

Who is forever engaged in a quest

He visits without prior behest

And stays put beside you in your arm rest

He has a way of getting your address

Even if you move places so he can’t keep abreast

An inevitable visitor who seeks to divest

All youthful zest even if you do protest

He arrives with a large travel chest

Filled with lots of odious screen tests

Doing his darned best to keep you under house arrest.

By the time he leaves, there’s nothing left but eternal rest.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post Prompt inevitable.

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Sweet Painful Contractions…Streams of Consciousness Saturday

Contraction! I am doubled over in visceral pain, trying to catch my breath. Now what happened to those breathing exercises, when you need them. I am huffing and puffing, though I don’t resemble the big bad Wolf in any way. SoCS badge 2015

All I feel is the pain that knife’s through me as if my insides would be turned out and I would be rendered to pieces.

It hits again. Another big contraction. In waves, without stopping. I feel battered and almost out of my mind.

This is the labour room and a true definition of the word labour. This is hard work in all it’s beauty, pain and glory. This is nature in one of it’s finest moments. Arrgh!

I want to rise from this infernal bed and run away as fast as I can. As though running away would leave the pain behind.

Nope! This is the real deal. No longer any imitation in the name of Braxton Hicks. He is ready to say ‘Hello Mama‘ and I can’t wait to see him as well, that is if these contractions don’t kill me first.

I try not to swear as a bear down. I wouldn’t like the first words my baby gets to hear from me to be; ‘Damn Contractions!’

Well that was fun to write. Linda thank you for taking me down memory lane with your prompt. I couldn’t think of anything else once I saw the word ‘contraction.’

Have a lovely weekend good people.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Was it Too Little, Too Late?…

There are times when people pass on and you wonder…

Was it that we didn’t pray enough?

Was it that we waited too long to pray?

Was it this and was it that?

Then it dawns on you once again!

That The Scourge of Death,

Though a most unwanted visitor,

Is the only certainty in the cycle of life.

And will call at His own time!

Like seasons come and go,

So does the life cycle of man!

Rest in peace, my lady.

Your absence will be felt.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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