Heaving

Heaving-it brings loved ones about-as
the body spasms its heirs
from the canal of life.

Some born in
clinical rooms
Some in
intimate bedrooms.

Shouting and tears…
The cervix is tout.

Dilated measurements
calculates the time of
delivery,
fragmented spouse is
in dire anticipatory
Misery.

Fears-Let’s it all out…
Naked-
legs spread
on a hospital table-
the baby, is near!

Water broken, lets
The expecting
mother’s
shouts-
have clout.

Through spasms and heavy breathing
“push baby, you’re doing great” is heard.
In between sobbing and moaning.
I really want to see the flower
of this union!

“The baby’s
Head is visible”
the end is tangible and
finally-with a sigh
of relief
the fleshly loved one
is crying out loud!