The Baby Is Coming!|NaPoWriMo Day 18

The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!

What do we do?
Where do we go?
Did you grab my bag?
My hair is a mess!

The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!

I have one brown sandal on
and one black one,
oh well, let’s go,
no one will look at your feet!

The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!

Why did I wait so long
to wake you up
so we could go?

Honey, it’s ok, really,
I didn’t mean to yell
at you! It just hurts!

The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!

The troops have
been rallied.
They’re in the waiting room.
Even Daddy came to
wait and see,
his little grandchild to be.

The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!

Oh, my body grows weak,
we’re trying so hard
to work as a team,
but twenty four hours
of laboring on,
seems sort of like a
bad dream.

The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!

The time has finally arrived!
Hallelujah!
It’s a boy!
What did you say
he weighed?
Nine pounds, five ounces.
Oh my! He’s huge!

The baby is here!
The baby is here!

Mother and babe are fine.
Now comes the hard part,
when we take him home,
for he has truly
stolen our hearts.

I pray that we raise him,
faithful and true,
gentle and strong,
don’t you?

The baby is here!
The baby is here!

As soon as I wake up well,
I promise I’ll give a loud cheer!

© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/20/15

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And now for our (as always, optional) prompt, which takes us from 2015 back to the 1700s. After all, it’s the eighteenth of April, which means that today is the 240th anniversary of the midnight ride of Paul Revere! Today, in keeping with the theme of rush and warning, I challenge you to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message. It could historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical.

Counting Blessings….

Still in pjs and housecoat,
Sipping coffee,
Listening to iTunes shuffle,
opera to the Cranberries,
Looking at the family budget,
Dog dreaming on my lap,
Minor fibromyalgia pain so far,
Husband in the home office,
Son sleeping downstairs,
Healthy grandson, papa and mama
In Illinois.

Count your many blessings,
Name them one by one.
Life is good and
God is on His throne.

©Elaine Wood-Lane

We really are so blessed and fortunate. Even though life isn’t always easy and we all go through some very hard times, we have to remember the good times that were and that will be once again. Life isn’t static. It doesn’t stay in the valleys forever, but it doesn’t stay on the mountain tops forever either. Without the valleys, we wouldn’t appreciate the mountain tops, and without the mountain tops, we couldn’t bear the time in the valleys. Right now, I think I’m living on a mesa somewhere in the middle and I am very, very grateful for where I am right this moment. Hugs and love, Elaine