October 11, 2010

Yessir, That's My Belly!

On Sunday, I went to the gym and while Clint was practicing his Karate, I was walking around...I saw some basketballs on the floor and decided to shoot some hoops for a while, as I was dribbling the ball, I looked down, and saw my belly. It is the size of a basketball!

So, for today, I decided to share a poem that I came across about my beautiful, basketball sized baby bump: 

It’s big.
It’s round.
It’s a veritable mound.
It’s renowned for its profound capacity to astound.

It’s large, not small — bigger than a basketball.
You could hardly call it diminutive at all.

You could watch it in lieu of hippos at the zoo.
(Though at the theater, it’s true, it might obstruct your view.)

It can eclipse the sun.
It can make people run.
It’s a bun that some shun, for it appears to weigh a ton.

Call it giant, if you will; say it’s huge as a hill;
Such comments will instill nothing in me but goodwill.

YET — many is the fool who feels its planetary pull
and thinks it would be cool to touch this gestating jewel
(without permission, as a rule).

Its attraction is such that they just reach out and touch.
I hardly think Miss Manners would approve of this that much.

Those I barely even know are compelled to feel it so, caressing high (and even low!)
while, with hormones fast aflow, I long to tell them where to go.

And while I understand its draw and its ability to awe,
it’s really the last straw — it’s more than a mere faux pas –
and so….there oughta be a law.

© 2009 Carlotta Stankiewicz
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