A Nostalgic Recall On Thy Twenty-Third Birthday.... Poem by MBJ Pancras

It's the day thou entered the world thro' thy mother's womb,
The Lord did answer our prayers and thou wert born,
The umbilical cord did coil around thee and thou did strive to see the world,
Thy mother writhed in pain predestined by the Creator
That every mother on earth shall travel thro' this pain.
The hands of the gynecologist travelled thro' thy mother's womb,
Her fingers struggled to catch thee in slender texture,
Seconds shivered; minutes rustled; the clock crawled,
Thy uncle, a caretaker whistled himself in tension,
Thy dad on thundering iron wheels was on his way from far.
It was a silent environment but with unheard sounds around thee,
The ticking of clock roused the bystanders and the dad on iron wheels,
It was five minutes to prolong thy mother's delivery.
Thou hast crossed twenty and two milestones to enter the twenty-third,
It was a minute for thee to see
The world.
The clock began to tick the final outcome in its own way,
It was one minute for thee to reach out to see the world
Thou wert born and saw the world to enter out,
The gynecologist pulled thy head out first and laid thee on the good samaritan's hand,
He had kept thee in his arms and thy mother expressed her with pain.
Thou entered the world and the news reached thy dad's heart.
It's a Nostalgic Recall of the birth twenty-two years after on the twenty-third year.
May God in Jesus Christ be with thee ever.
Glorify HIM with heart and soul in joy.