Dear Jude,
It’s with love that we serve you this official notice…
I watch you in the moment
absorb you wriggling beneath my skin
avoiding a downward direction
comfy cosy from within
I feel your arms and legs all tangled
your elbows poke and prod
I’m no longer moving gracefully
I three point turn to roll my bod
And although I adore that you’re inside me
I know it’s your safe place
It’s time for you to exit
It’s time to show your face
You’ve used your allocation time
You’ve snuggled and grown for 40 weeks
now it’s time to give my body back
with post pregnancy wear & tear and leaks
A world of love awaits you
you’ve boobies here on tap
You need to find the exit out
without delay or looking back
I’ve enjoyed my job of making you
I’ve felt you move and watched you grow
I’ve watched my waist expand and hips balloon
I’ve watched my feet disappear real slow.
You’ve graced me with hardened hunger pains
a lust for food that’s been intense
A heartburn that’s washed over me
The amount of Gaviscon drank has been immense
You’ve made me rise quite regimental
A routine at 3 am
With a need to pee and search for food
and then return to bed again
You took my ability to bend over comfortably
In the last few months you made me walk with quite a sway
You’ve tugged upon my heartstrings
and made me lose my head quite often day to day
And we’ve watched my belly expanding
We’ve talked to you through my womb
And you’ve grew and grew and grew and grew
and now there’s barely any room
You’ve stretched yourself beneath my ribs
You’ve made me wanna pee
You seem to bounce around a lot
We see elbows, toes and knees
And as much as you are comfy
You’ve completely served your time
From a teeny seed to newborn size
It’s time that you arrived
So I’m serving you this notice
an eviction order from outside
You’re no longer permitted to reside in me
you must exit in your stride
It’s time that you moved on from there
you’ve a whole world to come explore
you can come out through the sunroof
or squeeze through my pelvic floor
Because you’ve now overstayed your welcome
I want my womb back for my own
you’ve adoring arms awaiting you
and a loving noisy home
You’ve failed to keep you’re arrival date
you’ve let us down on our prediction
so with no choice at all, but with love in tow
we order this eviction…
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