Happy 18th Son

A room full of strangers and

Instruments never been seen

Before or would want to see

Again, and 9 hours later,

I hear you cry.

My heart feels Like it will explode

While my weirful body,although

Exhausted by your stubbornness

To arrive and 8lb 4 oz frame,

I want to run and scream and

Shout, thats my wonderful Boy,

Then in an split second,it seemed,

I feel streams of tears fall upon

My face,as I look up,I see the

Kind,supported,midwife give me a

Look of sympathy,iv seen it all before

when dad past away.

A lovely young man,called John

Junior doctor, if I remember correctly.

Came towards me,looking as if he had

Died,Long drawn pale face,at the time

For what ever reason,it reminded me

Of space,empty, yet trying to avoid

Space debris.

Then I knew Jamie,and yes even though

It had only been minutes you were born,

I had named you, through all the chaos,

You were some one,you had a name,

But I would not be able to call it you

When you were eighteen.