pregnancy and how this can sometimes feel, mostly joy |
The Fat Lady You'll see her distance daze, Sitting comfortably on a wall Counting the precious days, Until her bump of love falls, Her mind is shooting off Of dreams and plans The best is all she wants What any mum would, if they can A policeman, teacher or musician, A footballer, astronaut or nurse, A mum wants her child supercilious The dreams she has they burst. Counting the days to D day Becomes tedious and drawn long, Of meeting her child of love And to hear the crying song, These fat ladies are great, They are unselfish and true, They all look forward to the day To meeting a remarkable little, you! She's dreaming, Winston, Shakespeare Armstrong, Nightingale, Winfrey She's wishful for your journey, For you to make your own history The pains she'll suffer, oh boy It could be two days or two hours, It will all end in sheer joy, From the first smile of power The fat lady will be singing, And you precious will be loved, A bus driver, a midwife, who cares, From the moment you arrive There will be great love there, Cheers to the fat ladies in the world For being unselfish, loving and sincere, And providing life at a burst May your gems be as precious as you my dear Thanks for reading karen |