Inspired by an Expanding Womb

My grandson

Alison used this poem by Sylvia Plath to announce her pregnancy on Facebook:

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

I can relate to the imagery and the wondrous forbodding.

I carried two of my children in my belly--all three in my arms and my heart.  (One of them still sits on my lap occasionally)  Though they've grown out of infancy ages ago, they still occupy my thoughts constantly.  Add to them a son-in-law and a husband with a child-like sense of humor and my brain's a full house.

That means I win!