Blizzard

The blizzard was at its peak; Snow drifts all covered the street; Our blazing fireplace provided the heat, When my full term wife’s water decided to leak. Our first baby’s time to arrive had come; Outside visibility was close to none; About birthing babies I had no clue; We weren’t sure what we should do. No one answered our 9-1-1 phone calls; The Lamaze breathing we tried to recall, As outside the snow continued to fall ; This miraculous event was being no fun at all. I pounded on my neighbor’s door, Then we ran and got five neighbors more; One had a snow mobile we drove down the street, To the highway with hopes a plow driver we'd meet. We waved down a city snow plow, Who made it up our street some how; In his cab my wife and I rode, As I coached her how to pant and blow. She was crowning as we finally arrived; The doctors rushed her quickly inside; I thanked the driver of that truck called Snow Wizard, And that’s how my daughter acquired the name Blizzard.