I sit alone and yet with everyone <br />Confined with two great thoughts <br />One: A baby so soon, and <br />Two: the fees thereafter… <br />Outside the labor room <br />My excitement never ceased to grow <br />I am so touched to hear numerous cries <br />Of women giving birth to a new life… <br />Push. push. push. a lady dress in white bellowed <br />And with every woman’s ultimate shout <br />Is a newborn life <br />At last it was my little offspring’s cry <br />To the world and to the bath tub <br />She said farewell to the fresh blood <br />Flowing from her body down the drain <br />Excitement…an old emotion is just fine <br />The technology is just great <br />Not to mention the delivery fees <br />Deadlier than giving birth <br />After few days, it’s homeward bound <br />I forgot the fees I just borrowed <br />Because her warmth signified hope<br /><br />Ayi Escalona<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-close-to-the-labor-room/
