BIRTH
Seeing white, seeing red
Why am I tied like this?
My feet are wrong
Now I’m really pissed
Cylinders of gas
Unseen faces being cursed
Trying to throw things
Aiming for the nurse
Don’t tie me down
You know I can’t breath
This damn thing
Is truly killing me
The pain was excruciating
The doc didn’t help
When I grabbed poor Hubby
All he did was yelp
I bemoaned my condition
I swore never again
I swore off sex
and I swore off men.
Then I heard a simple word
“Push” was my command
Now that made it simple
And I held Hubby’s Hand.
13 comments:
cute. :)
good one.. mine is short
birth sucks, so does old age
Oh just too sweet! It's so super-duper when hubby comes through! YeS!
Love the verse!
Yes, childbirth is that one time that we are ready to swear off men and sex and never want to have anything to do with them again until we want another baby. At least, that's how it worked for me. xox
That was pretty good, Gail. Enjoyed it!
great use of the prompt. I can not imagine anything more excruciating than child birth
ha, ha - sounds familiar
cute poem
Sounds familiar . . .
Very clever. At first, I thought she was having a breakdown. Now I see it was childbirth. I think many of us can relate, especially to the throwing things, ha.
Nicely done! I've heard childbirth can smart a little...sort of like hitting your thumb with a hammer, right? A hammer with long metal spikes which is simultaneously dripping acid and on fire. LOL!
Quite a journey, isn't it?
But such a rewarding one, in the end...
=)
You were in the delivery room with me?
Obviously.
How else can you account for this first hand knowledge of the event?
ha!
Really great writing Gail!
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