English love sonnet.

A poem of a Mother expecting.

My eyes have always been wide open.

Sometimes we may expect to much of ourself and our life. It leaves room for us to be disappointed in ourself. We wonder "is that all" when we are expecting so much. We can feel more blessed and successful if we feel grateful for what we do accomplish.

It is such a sad time when a loved one passes away.

Nobody likes an interrogation.

One of the five prostitutes murdered by the Suffolk strangler was three months pregnant.

No news travels faster than bad news.

An expectant gaze can get you anxious.

Some thoughts you cannot get closure on.