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
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