The bumpy pageant

My eyes ache, as if a load of sand invaded them after a long rubbing session. They ache of no illness, but of dry tears among them, from crying out the heart of whome today felt as an urged bachlorette needed of special affection and that unique place at the table in her ever dreamed beauty pageant. The weary truth is, that my growing bumpy life blooming profile was not eligable on this day... for a first class pregnency hospital.  The experience for the past 336 hours has been of meeting lifeless faces mugged by custom, boredom and mostly burocracy. Getting admitted to what my heated stomach would call the "elite expectant" heaven, took golden opportunities of love, time and joy from my ever growing earthly angel and my little womb covered cub, it took chances to sew daily dreaming sessions and exchange them for heal aching waiting lines that mostly lead to dead ends. My eyes ache, my heart trembled and my stomach fainted, not for being dismissed at a beauty  pageant, but from a maternity hospital. The good thing is, we are alive, loved and blessed by God in countless ways, and nothing should nor can be more nightly peaceful than that. My eyes ache, yes. They ache proud of having no more fresh tears, and instead knowing that when the sun rises in the next hours, they will open to see a new world, to embrace the biggest love, and serve in joy. G'night.