Slowly it rises, as if to deceive
Then throughout the body the ache starts to weave.
Soon caught in a mesh, unable to fight,
Muscles stiffen, teeth start to bite.
Frightened, bewildered, none can allay
The fear or the torment that fills the day.
Now absolute, dominant, no thought can endure,
Remorseless and infinite, intense and obscure.
Gasp at its fury, scream and sweat,
A crescendo of pain fiecely met.
Victorious now, the pain surges on
Modesty, shyness, shame - all gone.
Gasping and straining, muscles exert,
Laden with agony, pain and hurt.
Savage and fierce, raw with despair,
No need, no desire, but to end pain there.
Now weary and tired, exhausted and worn,
Rest and rejoice, the child is born.
Written shortly after the birth of my daughter, Heather on 12 July 1963.Copyright: Jean C Noble
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