Birthday Boy
“What is it?”
(A baby of course,)
“Oh it’s a boy.”
And as you slapped on to mothers tummy,
Like a wet fish,
Eyes blinking,
Beautiful.
I smiled and was glad.
Precious moments,
Before you were bundled into a blanket,
And enfolded in my arms.
It’s strange,
I cannot recall the details.
Though I know they stitched the little bleeder,
Two nurses in attendance,
And the arrogant young doctor.
All I envisage,
Are your blinking, twighlight blue eyes.
Absorbing,
Coming to know.
No tears,
Only Joy.
This was a birth to remember!
(1986)
