Hello Mommy... I See You.

There is a moment in time that only a mother understands,

When the creation of life makes its final demand.

She spends hours in agonizing pain,

Screaming at the person telling her to push—

"Are you insane?"

It’s after all the blood, the tearing, the screaming, and such,

Where she’s yelling at everyone, “Enough is enough!

If they don’t get this baby the hell out of me right now—

I can’t push anymore, it hurts!

Owww!”

Then finally, there is relief—and life is born,

When one becomes two, and the physical bond is torn.

The room falls silent as they wait for the cry—

A slap on the ass,

And a wail fills the sky.

The mother is exhausted; the father says he is too,

But we all know who deserves the credit due.

For only a woman can carry that strife—

Though a man will swear he made that life.

But her greatest reward is the moment they bring

A bundle of warmth, of breath, of being.

“Do you want to hold your baby boy?” they coo,

And something divine breaks into view.

You realize his eyes are open—and he’s looking… right at you.

There is a moment in time that only a mother understands,

When the creation of life is finally at an end,

And those precious pools of brand-new life

Twinkle at you, like still water at first light.