INFANTICIPATION (written April 27, 1994)The life within me
Has grown so fast
A soul within my soul
Which God has entrust
The breath of love I now await
The last month of being one
The pain of love I give
To deliver my little one
With tiny hands and tiny feet
Pounding under my flesh
From a butterfly he has become
A human with bones and flesh
A few more days I shall await
A boy or girl to see
All I pray is God's love
For a mother and her child to be...
THE BIRTH (written June 19, 1994)
The whole day of the 18th of May
A tinge of pain I felt
It comes and goes, it soars and flows
And dies as it began to melt
Before the eve arrives
I prayed to our dear Mother
Please tell me if the time is now
And for this time not to linger
And as our Mother answered my prayer
One great surge confirmed
As if it happened to give a sign
The coming of my child I've earned
We rushed to my birthing place
Not knowing what lies ahead
After all the pain subsided
False labor I fear instead
As we entered the emergency door
Anxious, doubtful and excited
Funny I felt no fear inside
For this time I have long wanted
As I was wheeled to the preparation room
Five cm they have admitted
Then transferred to the labor room
Where I groaned, moaned and grunted
I then received a simple note
Which lifted my spirits high
From him who waits outside the door
Excited he can't deny
On that same spot, I then bled
And burst my bag of water did
They injected so much stuff in me
Thus the hours like seconds slid
Finally my bed began to roll
To the delivery room I suspected
The pain surmounted to its peak
Surrendering I soon intended
But when I was about to cry
To push I cannot manage
They say that tears they cannot allow
To be strong I was encouraged
My legs were up and back positioned
Prepared for every coming contraction
And finally when his head has peeped
I was curled up for my injection
After all the pain that pass
A little boy I can see
Cleansed and wrapped he then approach
With one eye open and one eye closed
Lying on the table half awake
A stroke on his cheek I gently take
So black is his hair and clear is his face
My little child left me with a smile on my face
All the pain I have now forgotten
I thank the Lord for the miracle that happened
The work of his hand for the world to see
He filled me with love, like a mother would be...
