大象传媒

That Precious Moment

It was two thirty in the morning
When she spoke those words of need
And in that instant my tiredness vanished
Because with suitcase packed
We drove to that appointed room
And waited.

It seemed an eternity
As she posed on that sterile bench
Like succulent meat upon a butcher's slab
So undignified and raw
Yet so beautiful and ready
For each movement to commence.

She screamed
And screamed again
As I watched in awe
At how easily she obeyed her instincts
To push
With every panted breath.

I felt pathetic
While holding her hand for comfort
And realised no matter how hard I tried
I could not prevent
The searing agony
Rippling through her body.

But, in that moment
I stared open mouthed
As a small blooded head
Emerged from the warmth and comfort
Of its mother's belly
To begin the journey of its life.