Poetry Midwife

When visions, elation, dreams and emotions Expand to nearly the point of explosions A skilled hand is needed to bring forth a life That is the job of the Poetry Midwife. I've no degree but this work is my passion Bringing forth poems, turning thought into action With each birth I feel a bit more energized As this Poetry Midwife is legitimized. This job isn't easy, hours sporadic Some days are easy, and others dramatic I get many calls in the heart of the night Urgent for attention, there's no taking flight. So with sterile blank screen and keyboard prepared I plunge my hands in where the soul is left bared And when I pull forth the creation I see Sure a Poetry Midwife's what I'm meant to be. 5/1/2016