My First Born Poem by Rob Hyden

He is my first born son on my favorite month of the year.
I was filled with all the emotions, joy, happiness and cheer.
As he took forever and she moaned, grunted, and cried.
I told her how beautiful she was but now she knows I lied.
Two days of screaming and yelling in the most unrelenting pain.
She looked me in the eye and said you will never touch me again.
The drugs were good the gas was better but he still refused to come.
They finally told us that he was breached and they only see his bum.
They wheeled her into a room and I knew I was about to be a dad.
She didn’t really embrace the moment and she seemed a little mad.
Then it was over and the room was filled with an amazing loving smile.
This is my first born, an amazing man and we decided to name him Kyle.
With all my love.
Dad.