When My Well Was Dry
Gone were the days when the sky fell on the ground
It was on a sunny day
I remember, her voice strung out in my sensitivity
I rushed to her to know what brought out her worry
In her eyes, I saw the fire blazing
I picked up the necessary things and rushed her
To the hospital. Therein, I could hear the lion roaring
In the birthing room
My mind awhirl
She couldn't deliver the infant
She kept calling my name,
she wanted my presence in the birthing room
The doctor called me in and upon entering, my heart
fell on the floor
I rubbed my eyes twice to know if hell that I saw was
an illusion
I thought of the world coming to an end
My legs trembled upon the floor
I teetered toward the rear
They knew that I couldn't bear
and sent me out immediately.
I didn't even know what to do, should I stand or sit
Because I was lost in the elusive world of my
thoughts
I used my mind to pray
The doctor called me in a few minute after and told
me she can't
Deliver unless they do surgery
I did all they told me to do, I tried to cry, but my well
was dry
A few minute after, the doctor called me back in,
What did he want to say...
Did she die or what?
I mumbled
Congratulations sir, your wife delivered the baby
without any surgery carry out.
7/31/15
For SKAT contest epic only.
Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015
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