Its half past two, the dead of night <br />four hours till the morning light <br />a bell it rings room number nine <br />a woman in labour, its her time <br /> <br />spasms occurring two minutes apart <br />doctors and nurses are ready to start <br />delivery suite, she's whisked away <br />modesty and formalities put at bay <br /> <br />this is no place for a father to be <br />he'll only cause her anxiety! <br />he'll mean well and hold her hand <br />but there are things he doesn't understand <br /> <br />she can't switch off, whilst he is there <br />pain is something she cannot share <br />she can't relax, and he can't see <br />leave her alone and let things be! <br /> <br />she closes her eyes, as the pain gets worse <br />believing fully in her nurse <br />the babies head comes into sight <br />another child is born this night<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nurse-2/
