The End is Just the Beginning: a poem on birth

On my birthday I thought I’d share my poem about the wonder of birth.

nine months of waiting is complete,
of aching back and pushing feet,
of awkward sleep and food to crave,
examinations, smiles brave;

quick shave, warm shower, all is done –
the time has come – the term has run:

it’s nature’s call
this primal urge
another wave
another surge
the urgent push
that must repeat
it’s steady beat
contraction leads
to brief respite
to take deep breaths
lie back and wait
the midwife says
the ending nears
another push
the head appears
relief floods in –
a breathing space –
a final push
you’re face to face

it’s over now – a prize worth winning,
the end is just the new beginning