Count down the date
Check out the hour
Wait for the breaking water
Call the cab and with gusty puff
Push into the delivery room
Let the nurses come.

Let the midwives circle round the bed
Declaring in the room that He is Coming
Urge the mother fight against the pain
Calm the beating sweats and nerves of the Dad-To-Be.

He is my Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
My bearing week and my expecting month
My day, my laugh, my eyes, my breath
I thought that my love would last for ever.

The labour is done now: everyone screams
Cry the baby who dissolves our hearts
Wrap around the darling and tuck him in
For nothing now can ever compare to him.

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