The Labor Ballad Poem by Anees Rahman

The long awaited day now comes,
With cries along with bells and drums,
Her belly throbbing, spinning-chair,
For birth, for labor they prepare.

There lots of people shouting names
And nurses playing trolley games,
The doctor came as water broke
'To labor room', the sisters spoke.

The cries were roaring piercing ears,
The friends were filling, hopes and fears,
They rise their hands and ask to god,
To ease her pain while crying odd.

The labor room was quite something,
And doctors wearing apron string,
The beds were crowded lights were dim,
But doctor peeps and makes a grim.

The nurse then speaks 'the time ain't right'.
But patient's pain was total fright,
Again the doctor comes and peep,
To see the cervix while she weep.

The legs were wide the lights were bright,
The cervix ripe and pain was right,
She holds the edge while pushing hard,
And doctor waiting, taking guard.

The hair is seen and doctors smile,
The time is wrote on nurses file,
The head is out, the shoulder's out,
The boy is out, the sisters shout.

With cheer-some tears, she sees her son,
The faces bright, the pain was done,
The heart is blown, the sheets are thrown,
The drinks are served, and heavens shown.

The grandpa born, and grandma's dove,
The husband takes the boy with love,
The joyful kiss on tiny feet.
While sweets are served in blissful heat.

The car arrives to take her back
The kins then walk as wolfs in pack,
But cries are heard in labor room,
With smiling faces, lilies bloom.
©Anees Rahman