Lar birth

Grip crushed, tightly held husband’s hand,
sweat soaked, focussed face vainly fanned;
pitiful prayer cannot absorb contraction pain,
birth waters gush, sheet marked, graffitti stain:
primitive animal-pant, movement stirs within,
self-propelled push – let baby’s birth begin!
Thighs hinge, your tendons rack-stretched,
grimace-pained, red-faced, effort etched;
this father’s futile many unstoppable tears –
abruptly a damp, dark haired head appears:
shocked slide-sped arrival with one open eye
– milk suckle soon silenced primal cries.

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