The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!
What do we do?
Where do we go?
Did you grab my bag?
My hair is a mess!
The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!
I have one brown sandal on
and one black one,
oh well, let’s go,
no one will look at your feet!
The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!
Why did I wait so long
to wake you up
so we could go?
Honey, it’s ok, really,
I didn’t mean to yell
at you! It just hurts!
The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!
The troops have
been rallied.
They’re in the waiting room.
Even Daddy came to
wait and see,
his little grandchild to be.
The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!
Oh, my body grows weak,
we’re trying so hard
to work as a team,
but twenty four hours
of laboring on,
seems sort of like a
bad dream.
The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!
The time has finally arrived!
Hallelujah!
It’s a boy!
What did you say
he weighed?
Nine pounds, five ounces.
Oh my! He’s huge!
The baby is here!
The baby is here!
Mother and babe are fine.
Now comes the hard part,
when we take him home,
for he has truly
stolen our hearts.
I pray that we raise him,
faithful and true,
gentle and strong,
don’t you?
The baby is here!
The baby is here!
As soon as I wake up well,
I promise I’ll give a loud cheer!
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/20/15
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And now for our (as always, optional) prompt, which takes us from 2015 back to the 1700s. After all, it’s the eighteenth of April, which means that today is the 240th anniversary of the midnight ride of Paul Revere! Today, in keeping with the theme of rush and warning, I challenge you to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message. It could historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical.
Sunshine Lane 