On My Daughter's 42nd Birthday
Thanks for believing I'm your dad.
If you didn't believe me, I'd be sad.
[After all, it was ME, alone, who knocked 'Mom' up,
though 'twas SHE who raised you as her own pup! ]
In the Labor Room I held Mom's hand, and did more, ya know
....to try getting her mind off what was happenin' 'Down Below'.
[She needed an episiotomy so 'out' you could 'blow'.
Then, once 'out', her 'Doc', his helpful-cut, could sew.]
July 29th,2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess having my title appear THREE times, above, is EHOUGH. bri ;)