The Day of Labor

Last July 28, my blockmate's nephew was born and my friend had her son on the same day. Their births inspired me to do this poem.

The Day of Labor

When the waters break,

It begins the end of an amazing journey

And it is also the beginning of another one,

One that will last, hopefully, for a long time.

While this may take long,

This experience is only witnessed by those close to her

And we also experienced it when we began our lives.

The mother keeps on waiting and then pushing

Until her fruit comes out

That she has nurtured all her nine months.

When the baby finally arrives, it is the start of a whole new world

Be him the first child, or maybe the fifth or more

The parents see to it that he should develop to what they have seen

As the "fullest potential".

While we may not know what he will really become

Until he is older

Life should be appreciated by all, even the smallest ones

So that everyone gets his or her fair chance to appreciate our brood and breed.