PRECIOUS

She felt her knees weaken,
Felt the pain deepen,
Her belly almost raptured,
Not a single smile was captured,
She tried to scream out,
But this worsened her gout.

He was happily shopping at the mall,
When he got this alarming call,
He dropped everything right where he was,
And ran like a warrior fighting many wars,
He couldn’t tell how he arrived that fast,
Because all he recalled was how many people hurried past.

He sat with his head in his hands,
Felt as if his tongue was filled with hot sands,
Stood up and paced right and left,
His heart felt like it had a deep cleft,
He saw a doctor coming towards him with a smile,
And he immediately knew his heart had taken an extra mile.

He hurried to her ward,
Like a hero without a sword,
And beside her tired form,
Lay a small figure in a blanket with a figure of a dome,
He took it in his arms and cried,
Couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.

With a twinkle in his eyes,
And a face of molten ice,
He looked at his lovely wife,
Thanked her for changing his life,
For they had taken a step further,
And henceforth he’d be called a father.

He looked at its tiny pink lips,
And its small figure that would with time grow hips,
At her small blinking eyes,
That would look at him when they played dice,
And because her heart would be like his; spacious,
He had no more time to think about this;and named her Precious.

By Queen Edel