The Gift of Life

From the time I was conceived I was a gift The site of the embryo, gave my mother a lift My heartbeat symbolized everlasting life Joy and happiness was her strife Morning sickness and nausea were good signs Even though she hated it, she knew she could survive As the months progressed, so did her size Boy was she looking forward to her big surprize Backaches, headaches and cravings were the topic at the the dinner table. Poor dad, he digested everything for as long as he was able. Being open-minded as he could He made sure to share the joy with the neighborhood People passing by realized his joy One in particular stated "I hope its a boy". A healthy one was the only thing on their mind Hoping and praying that he or she will be fine Time was moving fast as the weeks became months. First 6, then 7, and along came 8 The count down began and they couldn't concentrate The water broke and the pushing began The gift of life is here, are you wondering what I am?