I stood and watched <br />my daughter's birth. <br />A tuft of hair <br />salt of the earth. <br /> <br />To see it through <br />to its safe end <br />I prayed to you <br />asked you to bend <br />rules of devotion. <br /> <br />My smile was frozen <br />with high emotion <br />and I had chosen <br />you as my keeper <br />my hand to hold, <br /> <br />as now my beeper <br />so shrill and bold <br />called me away <br />to other chores <br />liquid dismay <br />oozed through my pores. <br /> <br />I held you then <br />today we're shy <br />called Mother Hen <br />and time goes by.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-call-me-mother-hen-again/
