First Grandchild Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent waiting, quietly anticipating the birth of our first
grandchild.
Hours ticking by, praying, hoping everything is going fine.
Looking down the hallway, seeing no action - nothing stirring.
Sitting for hours awaiting her birth, our son deep inside,
dealing with the birth process, tired from the long, sleepless
night.

Crying when the doctor broke her water and put the monitor
needle into baby's scalp inside - our son crying because he
knew it hurt.
Coughing, getting sick - yet he stayed with her, proving his
love in spite of it all.

Now so many hours later, the doctor walks down the hall to
help our little Granddaughter come out into the world.
Still no sounds or shrills of a baby crying as we wait and
wait in silent hopeful anticipation.