The Turth About Childbirth
Through this we gain
Is nothing like it to compare.
To break the chain
Of some thing this intense I need to completely
Relax mentally, physically, emotionally, close
Out all chatter and remember medicine will
My mind while I am trying to maintain
The ultimate goal. There are those who feel
This doesn't pertain
Remember there is no shame.
You will have a scattered brain
Which will have to catch up to keep your mind
In the game.
I can't scream, tense, strain,
Or even grab the handrail
When a contraction takes over my body's frame.
By not doing these things I am trying to
Minimize the drain
On my body which is getting ready for pushing
Out an heir. To prevail
Focus on my focal point, pay attention to how
When the pushing directive is declared
My body doesn't stop it keeps right on going
Because these contractions need to keep
My body is aware
As my baby comes out I take in air.
The happy tears are falling like rain
As I take in every detail
On my baby's body with care.
Having my baby was debonair.
Where I felt tired and a drain
I feel like I have gotten my second wind to
Sleep and rest will come later. It's time to
Family and friends who have come to exclaim
Over the newest addition to our domain.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019
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