PHILIP KAUPA
Her days are numbered and it’s surely due
her event is rare as it happens to few
she gasps and grins, she can hardly talk
her feet are numb, she had to walk.
In love she soaks
in agony she’s shocked;
it‘s love she earns
there’s no point to turn.
The scripture says she must groan
as in pain she turns she had to moan;
her eyes are blurry and bath with tears
she cries and wails she barely hears.
She gently twists and moves in pain
because she knows in time she’ll gain.
She wipes and vomits, it’s time to cry
but she is strong and will not die.
It seems impossible, but she strives to believe
as nature gives her the strength to be alive;
at last i come, she feels the pain of birth
the air i breathe is fresh of earth.
Now she feels the chill
as it seems to heal;
in her relief, she need not medicate
as in her joy she’s engulfed in meditate.
I cry and she’s in tears
she’ll be my mama for years.
Her strength is my life,
thank you mama for my life.
It’s when i come