Dual invaders

Being a medico, the plight of cancer stricken pregnant mothers is a sad sight to look at. Will they cherish their new found motherhood or regret their illness??? 😢

Your first kick in my belly,
Led to the birth of a mother in me.
Fell in love with myself,
With the YOU in me.

Fingers caressed you with tears of joy,
Didn't matter if you were a girl or a boy!
You took root just below my core,
Couldn't wait to hold the bundle of happiness anymore!

Along with you, there crept in another,
Sly as a fox! Oh! Me! Did it smother!
Across my womb, it spreads it's ugly wings.
Day in and day out, painfully lapping up my essence.
Pins and needles, felt more like scissors and hammers.
Day in and day out, a woeful melody it sings.

A swab here, a swab there- that's Pap Smear.
Human papilloma virus-the noose around your neck and mine. A sad tear!

CA cervix, the attack of the immature squamous cells they said,
But alas! Attack of my motherhood none realised.

Flutter in my womb, earlier it was you.
Relentlessly, every trimester, CA grew!
Nine months gone, so was I.
My heart ceased when I heard you cry.
A Happy Sigh!

Reviews

[Raven Wyntermoon]

This is an interesting poem in juxtaposition of life and death.
It is also heart breaking for the woman to deal with her body as a new life is forming within her; come to embrace this new role of motherhood but to later be presented with a dangerous foe.

It is also bittersweet that you were able to wrap life and death together through pregnancy as it is almost taboo to not consider that pregnancy is not just a time of celebration but it can be a time of sadness as well.

Kudos.

[Prethi Rajendran]

Thank you for reading my poem and giving your review. It's very encouraging! Keep supporting :)

[underneathme]

nicely described the beautiful and the painful emotions of maternity :) I loved the words you used :)

[M P Ramesh]

preti,
Whatever be the claim of writer, the above seems to be a certainty over the creation. That itself classifies it among those of creative in genre. The reader is not the ultimate judge of creative work. Those points left behind by the author be his/her pasture. It is the rhythm inside the work, you may call it by diction, for convenience, dictates the destiny of it. Here even the writer has no ground to claim up on/ Let it go by its own way.


excellent attempt indeed..............
especially when motivated from your parallel profession. Let all medicos think seriously about such, for a more advanced quality in their professional ventures. They can experience it once taken charge.....

carry on...
m p ramesh