Entering The World... Poem by MBJ Pancras

Wriggling with travail thy mother squeezes herself,
The clinic doors paced up and down,
The gynecologist, ready with her mind and tools,
Nurses were seen holding medical utensils,
Monitors were kept on to watch the baby's entry into the world,
Thy father, over the wheels of the train, pacing up and down,
Yea, his mind revolved around the moments of thy entry,
Thy mother gave a push from behind thee,
Thou kicked her back with thy pranks inside,
Thy utterance we could not hear out,
Yet, thy utterance resounded across the horizons,
Thy debut on the worldly stage yet to begin,
Thy mother was in the battlefield of victory,
And thou were the victory in our life,
Seconds flew; but minutes crawled with thy mother's travail,
Prayers were lifted and reaching the Lord's Feet,
Thy feet reached out first; thou wert pulled with care,
The rattling of the wheels of the train reached thy ears,
The couch of thy mother vibrated with pain,
With gentle vigor thou were being drawn out,
The clock struck four minutes to four,
Thou entered the world as a victor,
Showers of blessings from Above rained on thee,
All our prayers were answered,
And thou hast opened a new leaf of the book of life.
Thy mother held thee in her arms of love,
Thy father held thee in his vision on the moving wheels,
The Good Samaritan, the one who hath taken care, cried in joy,
Yea, Thy entry into the world hath given a meaning of life of ours.
Thank You, Our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.