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Labor of Love

"You can do it," I hear them say

Their voices seem so far away

but they are standing so close.

Mind frenzied and unclear

Intense pain breeds panic and fear

When will it end...NEVER!

Dizziness, nausea last so long

Urgency presses hard and strong

I must bear down!

This is never going to end

"One, two, three..." I am focused again

There is no choice.

Relief, I hear, "So much hair,

The head is out! You're almost there!"

Please, get it out!

Flowing rush, one final surge

shoulders, torso, feet emerge

"It's a boy!"

Then like a flood, emotions rise

ecstasy, tears, joy, surprise

I did it!

On me, I see this slippery thing

the sight, awe, wonder, and worry brings

He is finally here!

Dad cuts the cord, they wisk him away

The nurse prepares him for display

However, we are still bonded

My husband kisses me, full of pride,

This lousy pain still won't subside

But I don't care!

A bundle is placed in my arms

All business disappears with his charms

His eyes meet mine

Tiny lips quiver and purse

and fingers search to place the curse

of unconditional love upon me

"Miracle" is only a word

But I suppose it is the best I've heard

to describe the wonder in my arms

New life- a gift I am charged to mold

belonging to God, but for me to hold

Thank you, Lord, for my son!

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