Man in Labor Pain

The hour had come, the heart raced,
Beads of sweat, dot the forehead
Stomach churns and rumbles, it rests in the heart
Eyes like a hawk's fixed and gazing in air
A sharp sound, the ward is dead in air
Heart leaps in mouth the room is hot
No news everything is hot,
A nurse appears, breaking news,
Safe it was, baby and madam are fine,
Sweet! Hurrah!

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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