Dear Mother Natute
Dear Mother Nature,
Stop taunting me and just show, I feel you coming and just want to get it over like ripping off a plaster.
You are due today but you make your coming known for several days before - stop tweaking out the arrival like building up an audience before a show.
You are a cruel mistress by dangling a glimmer of hope before me, I know I’m
not pregnant but you like to tease.
Just come, I can then mourn and move on.
Plus have a big ass glass of wine 🍷