I remember: It was a cold midnight 

Cocks and hens never yearn to squawk or scramble 

Silence was felt without sight 

Darkness prevailed in the homogeneous neighborhood 

Dad on a mission to bread the family,

was far than to be reached 
Somebody help !

Mom is in pain  

Her water storage had been broken 

She sweats profusely in such a cold night 

Gnashed her teeth as never before and said

Human production is my bane 

You survive through pain 

Such a fruit of the game 

To the barren is a gain

 

She wished she had the strength to survive 

Deliver the unborn in her might 

Elderly women flooded the hurt 

Anxiously awaiting the birth of a newborn 

The screaming never ceased, but who is to be blamed for her plight? 

Mom, Dad or the unborn?  Nature is way too off the scene

Flashes of the moon made the clouds bright to be seen 

Mom needed space , had a little Granny’s around her in that production room 
Songs of congratulations were sung 

The father cock crowed to add to the chorus 

A newborn has been delivered to mother Earth 

Moms thirst were quenched 

Dad’s mission has been accomplished 

Time to enjoy the fruit if his labour 

His son wants to see the one who fathered him 
To mom, I could no longer use words on her 

She is a mother of creation 

With whom I would continue to seek refuge all my LIFE.