It’s the eve of your entrance to this world little man,
A time I hadn’t quite planned,
A few days early,
I couldn’t escape,
Then my waters did break.

I waited and waited,
Then Khristie arrived,
We waited and waited,
Without a sign,
Khristie took off,
Brought back pizza,
My requested lunch to much.

Then you said “oh no, there’s no room for food! I’ll get this labour started extremely soon”
And from that moment, the push and the pain, labourous love,
Moaning in pain,

The labour of love,
A distant mind,
Out of focus, out of line.

My body was heaving,
And nothing would come,
Your dad came by,
Then you thought you’d try.

A blubbering mess,
There on the floor,
Two friends and your dad to hear me roar.

Time stood still, in that long afternoon,
You knew it would be evening soon,
And out you emerged,
Tiny and goopy,
Precious, loved,
You threatened to go poopy.

Oh how I held your tiny slippery body,
There in my hands,

You undeniable beauty.

And there I will stop.
The photos I’ve got,
All thanks to Mille who came quite quickly.

That day to look back on,
That day to remember,
You are my son,
I’ll keep you forever.