A man in pain can be heard a mile away, <br />He seems to whine about the pain all day. <br /> <br />A woman in labor can be heard in heaven, <br />Her bundle of joy - a new blessing given. <br /> <br />I once prayed with a woman, mother of sixteen; <br />She could have not had any but gave each a chance. <br />She said in her last moments she had no regrets; <br />Of having each child born-their lives to sing or dance. <br /> <br />Her life full of poverty and looked down upon by all, <br />The true story of momma Jean- Yes, my mother-in-law. <br /> <br />My wife was raised by relatives - she was number ten; <br />Her pet name was Apples- a tiny beggar in the street. <br />She was was a favorite child of the fruit cart vendors; <br />At three she smiled - they would give her apples to eat. <br /> <br />She was delivered by the public servant Doctor Koop; <br />Who became a famous surgeon general during his life. <br />Little did he know that the little girl they once called Apples; <br />Would win me with her smile and some day be my wife. <br /> <br />We survived through the rough times and traveled many miles, <br />Thank you momma Jean for giving her a chance to live- <br />and to share her many smiles. <br /> <br /> <br />(In memory of momma Jean.)<br /><br />Saint Eule<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-in-labor/
