The Midwife

Babies crying in the maternity ward Women; some calling, some thanking God The only place, where pain meets joy When the midwife says, it’s a girl, or it’s a boy The midwife has the most important of jobs There to usher and give care, when the baby pops Persevering the cries of women in distress Delivering babies, amid the emotional bloody mess Life is precious, from the day it begins A new born is a miracle, pure joy it brings The midwife ensures the mother stays proud By helping the baby survive, its first day in the world The midwife knows well, the agony of birth To bring a baby on earth, is never a smooth path The midwife must have the best of skills The midwife knows, a slight mistake kills Babies don’t always come at the best of hours The midwife works round the clock, with no allowance Laboring endlessly for women in labor Getting hands dirty, with no one returning the favor The midwife puts smiles on mothers, and cleans the blood The midwife's best reward is to see a mother glad The midwife does it all, out of true love The kind of love that always wants to serve The midwife smiles when a newborn cries And cries with the mother for the one that dies The midwife is a mediator between life and death The midwife is to thank, for the baby’s first breadth