Parents
Stuck in traffic, what will he do,
she just called, and said I need you.
Pains have started, five minutes apart,
would carry myself, but the car won't start.
He told her calmly, I'm leaving now,
clocking out, I'm headed down.
Rush hour roulette, stuck in the rear,
is that a siren he hears.
Finally two hours slowly crept by,
he stepped on the gas, that car did fly.
Already left, she was ready to birth,
neighbor said, that woman is tough.
Back in the traffic, headed South,
to the hospital, horn blaring loud.
Running inside, as fast as he could,
trying to make it, he hoped he would.
Where is maternity, I'm needed there,
tiny little woman, with long blonde hair.
Follow me, the nurses said, put this on,
and stand over there.
Then he saw her, holding a blanket so close,
smiling all over, tears rolling off her nose.
Look, she said, we have two,
didn't expect this, did you?
Speechless, and stunned, and a little wore out,
he is just learning, what being parents is all about.
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