Becoming a Dad Poem By Edgar Guest! To deliver a toddler into the world, females go thru excellent pain. In this poem, Edgar Guest (1881-1959) shares how the trip of turning into a father is additionally painful. He goes via his very own ache by way of no longer being capable to do something to assist with labor and delivery. He frets and paces and concerns as his associate experiences the suffering of childbirth. This poem has a comedic tone of a father’s trip with childbirth.
Becoming a Dad Poem
Old women say that men don’t know
The pain through which all mothers go,
And maybe that is true, and yet
I vow I never shall forget
The night he came. I suffered, too,
Those bleak and dreary long hours through;
I paced the floor and mopped my brow
And waited for his glad wee-ow!
I went upstairs and then came down,
Because I saw the doctor frown
And knew beyond the slightest doubt
He wished to goodness I’d clear out.
I walked into the yard for air
And back again to hear her there,
And met the nurse, as calm as though
My world was not in deepest woe,
And when I questioned, seeking speech
Of consolation that would reach
Into my soul and strengthen me
For dreary hours that were to be:
‘Progressing nicely!’ that was all
She said and tip-toed down the hall;
‘Progressing nicely!’ nothing more,
And left me there to pace the floor.
And once the nurse came out in haste
For something that had been misplaced,
And I that had been growing bold
Then felt my blood grow icy cold;
And fear’s stern chill swept over me.
I stood and watched and tried to see
Just what it was she came to get.
I haven’t learned that secret yet.
I half-believe that nurse in white
Was adding fuel to my fright
And taking an unholy glee,
From time to time, in torturing me.
Then silence! To her room I crept
And was informed the doctor slept!
The doctor slept! Oh, vicious thought,
While she at death’s door bravely fought
And suffered untold anguish deep,
The doctor lulled himself to sleep.
I looked and saw him stretched out flat
And could have killed the man for that.
Then morning broke, and oh, the joy;
With dawn there came to us our boy,
And in a glorious little while
I went in there and saw her smile!
I must have looked a human wreck,
My collar wilted at the neck,
My hair awry, my features drawn
With all the suffering I had borne.
She looked at me and softly said,
‘If I were you, I’d go to bed.’
Hers was the bitterer part, I know;
She traveled through the vale of woe,
But now when women folks recall
The pain and anguish of it all
I answer them in manner sad:
‘It’s no cinch to become a dad.’
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