My Glorious Birth Poem by Temajung michael tanjang

she screamed and shouted
But i did not nudge.
She hollered and moaned
But again, my door, i did not touch.

I sat comfortable and played inside
For it was warm and homely
But of the other side,
I knew nothing about life there.

But when I heard her being slapped to silence,
Of her cries and screams,
I was well moved.
And out of love and pity, I opened my door.

As i narrowly and painfully came out,
I was blinded by light rays and i felt pains
But the other creatures there shouted.
Feet stamped and hands clapped

‘A lad’ I heared a white creature spluttering
Again feet stamped and hands clapped
‘The third lad’ somebody said from afar.
I discovered that I was crying.

Tired and wearied, my mum held me close,
She surveyed my face and touched my nose
I felt love and joy surging through her
Though she will have prefered a lass

‘Michael, Michael, Michael, ’ she called
And went limp with me in her arms
And so Michael i came to be
And that was the last i saw of my sweet mum