The Nurse Poem by Bob Gibson

Its half past two, the dead of night
four hours till the morning light
a bell it rings room number nine
a woman in labour, its her time

spasms occurring two minutes apart
doctors and nurses are ready to start
delivery suite, she's whisked away
modesty and formalities put at bay

this is no place for a father to be
he'll only cause her anxiety!
he'll mean well and hold her hand
but there are things he doesn't understand

she can't switch off, whilst he is there
pain is something she cannot share
she can't relax, and he can't see
leave her alone and let things be!

she closes her eyes, as the pain gets worse
believing fully in her nurse
the babies head comes into sight
another child is born this night