Mabel’s Poem

 

On the wintry eve of Sunday night
something happened hidden from sight
Under the covers before midnight’s stroke
we felt a wetness, her water broke
A full day would pass after the rupture
we tried walks, massage and acupuncture
Then waves of pain made her shake
contractions would rack her like seismic quakes
Each time it started I’d clock the pain
on top of each-other they came again and again
A husband and doula gathered around
To help my dear Rainbow as she let out a sound
A sound that was filled with hurt and fight
I dug into her back with all of my might
She reached inside and felt a head
Inside the bath her body bled
The midwife arrived not a minute too soon
Out of her cervix was a half moon
A stool was brought out next to the tub
A full head of hair showed like a shrub
Onto the stool labored my wife
Together we partnered to birth a new life
Then a magical body swooshed out
Into her arms my Rainbow did shout
Oh my god, oh my god, oh god, oh my
And with big open eyes the child did cry
It was then it began like a tale or fable
This world was gifted our dear Mabel