I have worked through pregnancy
when my fist wouldn't clench,
when the nights were left unheld
and breathing was a torment.
I did so because I loved my job,
my colleagues and my boss.
Responsibilities fueled me
with intrinsic need to weather.
Safeguarding our health
I was set to rest prematurely,
fortunately able to insure
the most urgent affairs closure.
Haunting the house aimlessly,
anticipation consuming my energy
the day came glorying my pain
and handed was a world with a ribbon.
My baby, my joy and my focus alone,
for the months to come
was a gift, a miracle
and a brilliant leach of life.
She had my undivided attention
for as long as I could master,
but life caught up with us,
my body barely mine and brain drained.
Eager to resume my functions
got a review from my sympathetic employee,
surprised that I was not my dynamic
and cunning self while making life.
Burst the amazing illusion
of being professionally cherished,
the drive to hand my precious
to another's arms for my job hanged.
