Primah Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

If I may ask,
Did she meet it on the way
Why should we counterfeit?

I see her tummy grow huge
Day after day,
The same way I saw her
Play in the neighbor's house non-stop!

Did she meet it on the way,
Allowing them to swim any howly-
As if they were to insert big suits,

Parrots say her tummy matures in nine moons,
I'm waiting patiently to tell the tale
Pain engulfed in the nine Moon's-
Maybe, maybe not change will surface.