Firstborn

“Oh, she said, I think it's time.”

He jumped up and said really, oh wow.

It's a contraction, she said, it hurts.

Come get dressed, we'll go right over

He thought, how great, my first kid!

Lights on, don't let the cats get out.

She's in the john, Hey, are you OK?

“Yes, yes, hurry, get dressed!”

Damn, this is so great.

Watch how you drive.

Got your jacket on,

Close your fly.

Look how long it takes the elevator,

no it's here, get in.

How do you feel? Does it hurt?

“I had another contraction.”

Hold on to my arm. Here we are, first floor, lobby.

Check for mail? Joke, joke, car's right outside.

So clear a night, so cold, Star light, star bright.

The red car looks black,

Is it the rods or the cones that I see with in the dark?

And I can't see the color.

She grabs the car handle

I can see her tightened face

It's a big contraction, yes it is,

it's over, let's go!

I love this car, the shift is slick.

I love it in red, my best color, red.

How you doing? Feel OK?

“Hurry. No don't. Just get there.”

Up the steps, blue green light,

Blur of people taking her,

Yes I can be in the room,

But not see the kid born.

Call for you. Thanks.

What? Yes, thanks, thanks,

They said "it's a boy." His name is David.

I'm his Daddy. She's my girl.

©2002 martingreene

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We had a Mother's Day Fest (those were the days), and Mom wrote then as Chiquita Banana.

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