A skeletal Juggler and his charming pregnant wife

His wife whispers in the middle of the night;
' You make miracles that I know
Though the doctor says probably twins
I feel like a dozen and my womb is so weighty
Than this uppish World.
Oh! You are a wonderful creature
And you make miracles honey!
I love you more than my life.
If I deliver a dozen of magicians
They'll change the lopsided Globe
Into a well balanced World.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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