Nine Months

From the One Woman Show ‘Big Girls Don't Cry.’ Canal Cafe Theatre.

I am waiting. Waiting here. Waiting for, little Ben or Flora to appear.

Numb and nervous, full of hesitation…

I would gladly lose an arm for an elephant’s gestation.

I am fearful, I am tearful, any man who comes near will get an earful

Lying still, breathing steady…

All the hype says I’m ripe but I don’t feel ready.

(spoken) “24, 192, 000 seconds. 403, 200 minutes”

I’ve had nine months, only nine months

Even though they went slowly now they’re gone

I’ve had nine months, what is nine months?

Doesn’t feel anywhere like enough, to prepare for the life that is to come

I am thinking. Thinking hard. Thinking back, to before fate played the baby card.

I could work, I could play. Every joy of a carefree life came my way.

I had lovers, drank with friends. I got wasted, spaced, misplaced the odd weekend.

Then came love, found my man.

Seems like we had barely danced when this circumstance began.

(spoken) “6720 hours. 280 days”

I’ve had nine months, only nine months

Months of change, feeling strange, then they fled.

I’ve had nine months, what is nine months?

Doesn’t seem anywhere, like enough to prepare for the work that lies ahead.

(spoken) “40 weeks. Nine Months”

Nine months seems a long time

There’s so much you could do

Still, one night you find yourself

Lying somewhere waiting for your new life to look up at you.

Only Nine Months.