Saint Eule

Rookie - 10 Points (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

A Woman in Labor


A man in pain can be heard a mile away,
He seems to whine about the pain all day.

A woman in labor can be heard in heaven,
Her bundle of joy - a new blessing given.

I once prayed with a woman, mother of sixteen;
She could have not had any but gave each a chance.
She said in her last moments she had no regrets;
Of having each child born-their lives to sing or dance.

Her life full of poverty and looked down upon by all,
The true story of momma Jean- Yes, my mother-in-law.

My wife was raised by relatives - she was number ten;
Her pet name was Apples- a tiny beggar in the street.
She was was a favorite child of the fruit cart vendors;
At three she smiled - they would give her apples to eat.

She was delivered by the public servant Doctor Koop;
Who became a famous surgeon general during his life.
Little did he know that the little girl they once called Apples;
Would win me with her smile and some day be my wife.

We survived through the rough times and traveled many miles,
Thank you momma Jean for giving her a chance to live-
and to share her many smiles.


(In memory of momma Jean.)

Submitted: Sunday, August 28, 2011
Edited: Sunday, August 28, 2011

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