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Old women say that men don't know	A
The pain through which all mothers go	A
And maybe that is true and yet	B
I vow I never shall forget	B
The night he came I suffered too	C
Those bleak and dreary long hours through	C
I paced the floor and mopped my brow	D
And waited for his glad wee ow	A
I went upstairs and then came down	E
Because I saw the doctor frown	E
And knew beyond the slightest doubt	F
He wished to goodness I'd clear out	F
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I walked into the yard for air	G
And back again to hear her there	G
And met the nurse as calm as though	A
My world was not in deepest woe	A
And when I questioned seeking speech	H
Of consolation that would reach	H
Into my soul and strengthen me	I
For dreary hours that were to be	I
'Progressing nicely ' that was all	J
She said and tip toed down the hall	J
'Progressing nicely ' nothing more	K
And left me there to pace the floor	K
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And once the nurse came out in haste	L
For something that had been misplaced	L
And I that had been growing bold	M
Then felt my blood grow icy cold	M
And fear's stern chill swept over me	I
I stood and watched and tried to see	I
Just what it was she came to get	B
I haven't learned that secret yet	B
I half believe that nurse in white	N
Was adding fuel to my fright	N
And taking an unholy glee	I
From time to time in torturing me	I
	-
Then silence To her room I crept	O
And was informed the doctor slept	O
The doctor slept Oh vicious thought	P
While she at death's door bravely fought	P
And suffered untold anguish deep	Q
The doctor lulled himself to sleep	Q
I looked and saw him stretched out flat	R
And could have killed the man for that	R
Then morning broke and oh the joy	S
With dawn there came to us our boy	S
And in a glorious little while	T
I went in there and saw her smile	T
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I must have looked a human wreck	U
My collar wilted at the neck	U
My hair awry my features drawn	V
With all the suffering I had borne	W
She looked at me and softly said	X
'If I were you I'd go to bed '	-
Hers was the bitterer part I know	A
She traveled through the vale of woe	A
But now when women folks recall	J
The pain and anguish of it all	J
I answer them in manner sad	Y
'It's no cinch to become a dad '	-

Edgar Albert Guest

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