At 24:00  O’ Clock  of the stars,
When the tides are clapping to 
The pressure of her contractions.
 Louder is the agony her painful rhythms,
Calling God to open the passage of babies 
and palms are tapping hard the shells.

At 01:45 O’ clock, sharper are the pains 
and beautiful is her head with curly hair.
 Start in a soprano b-flat, the tinning sound:  
Nwhaeeen!  Nwhaeeen!! Nwhaeeen!!! rock the ear holes.
Agony flew in placement of tears of Joy.
Hello to the New Queen Bose

At 1:00 O’ clock, is her strumming rocky lullaby,
Softer it became the sound to a napping little queen.
The pains are gone and the Queen is Queen Bose

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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