Birth is a mess.. fashionable undress, <br />A spiritual miracle for the main. <br />But how can a hugging become such a mugging <br />The moment my domicile is drained? <br />I was squeezed, flushed, wrenched and thrust. <br />I was pinched and rolled about. <br />When the tongs clamped on, was I so wrong <br />To consider another way out? <br />They sprang me to hang me upside down, <br />And paddled my rear till I scream. <br />The cries and cheers challenged my fears. <br />To go right back in was my dream. <br />I felt the warm reach of mom's arms beneath, <br />I was Life.. a born-to-be a Winner. <br />But wait just a minute, the doc will begin it, <br />"Say hello to a little 'ol Sinner."<br /><br />H H Rutledge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-4/
