Having A Baby Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

When a mother is ready to give birth.
She yells loudly because it really hurts.

The bouncing baby is more than welcome.
The tears of joy are unpredictably random.

Sighs of relief are heard at the sounds
Of vigorous bawling that truly astounds.

The navel cord is cut and the baby is detached.
The parents were so happy; their smiles matched.

Now that the baby is here all safe and healthy,
Sharing family pride makes everyone wealthy.