This is part one of an ongoing group of poems I hope to write about this. If anyone out there can give me some pointers on child birth it would be very helpful. I used the Cosby Show as a reference to write this poem, so hopefully I don;t trivialize the pain women go through to much. Here is the poem:
9 months of carrying the womb
Screaming desperately into the air
Looking frantically throughout the room
Clinched fists from her husband in the chair
She pushes her body to the brink
Using all her reserves in toe
The doctor coaching blindly with a wink
"Push Holly-- push with all you know!"
Closing her eyes gently to the sound
Of her own breathing, pale and labor
Her reserves she has finally found
As her womb stabs her like a saber
She recalls all the preparations
From the nursery building breakthrough
To her labor coaches dissertations
Of breathing and pain management too
Her mind fills up so fast
Like a drippy faucet sink
This calming feeling doesn't last
For in an instant she is back to the brink
The hardest part still lies ahead
As the bowling ball buckles and screws
Pushing against her opening spread
As the person inside begins to break through
The searing pain burns within her loins
As she stretches beyond the core
Her sweat sounding on the floor like coins
With the doctor always asking for more
His constant chatter is quite a pain
Repeating the phrase over and over
"One more push Holly then we will gain
a hold of this budding little clover"
Her teeth clinch in a twist
The pain reaching a height of tolerance
Squeezing tightly on her husbands wrist
His purple hand showing the blood flow hindrance
With the sound like that of a soda
Her sweaty and slippery hips
Twist gracefully in a pose of yoga
Pop! As the head appears past the lips
Now the rest comes out in a gush
Nothing like the first part of this
Everything comes out with a rush
Of a mucus and slime covered mist
Her baby enters the world
With a wailing so sweet to her ears
The babies form twisted and curled
As the couple plans for her upcoming years
She is perfect in her mothers arms
As her fists shake with the fury of life
They vow to protect their child from harm
The same as when they became man and wife
Noel Malenosky
9 months of carrying the womb
Screaming desperately into the air
Looking frantically throughout the room
Clinched fists from her husband in the chair
She pushes her body to the brink
Using all her reserves in toe
The doctor coaching blindly with a wink
"Push Holly-- push with all you know!"
Closing her eyes gently to the sound
Of her own breathing, pale and labor
Her reserves she has finally found
As her womb stabs her like a saber
She recalls all the preparations
From the nursery building breakthrough
To her labor coaches dissertations
Of breathing and pain management too
Her mind fills up so fast
Like a drippy faucet sink
This calming feeling doesn't last
For in an instant she is back to the brink
The hardest part still lies ahead
As the bowling ball buckles and screws
Pushing against her opening spread
As the person inside begins to break through
The searing pain burns within her loins
As she stretches beyond the core
Her sweat sounding on the floor like coins
With the doctor always asking for more
His constant chatter is quite a pain
Repeating the phrase over and over
"One more push Holly then we will gain
a hold of this budding little clover"
Her teeth clinch in a twist
The pain reaching a height of tolerance
Squeezing tightly on her husbands wrist
His purple hand showing the blood flow hindrance
With the sound like that of a soda
Her sweaty and slippery hips
Twist gracefully in a pose of yoga
Pop! As the head appears past the lips
Now the rest comes out in a gush
Nothing like the first part of this
Everything comes out with a rush
Of a mucus and slime covered mist
Her baby enters the world
With a wailing so sweet to her ears
The babies form twisted and curled
As the couple plans for her upcoming years
She is perfect in her mothers arms
As her fists shake with the fury of life
They vow to protect their child from harm
The same as when they became man and wife
Noel Malenosky
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