BORN IN THE BOWL

Just two days from my sixteenth birthday

I didn’t know what to expect when the

pains started coming, it had been nine months.

 I had to go to the toilet and

you started to drop out of me and almost fell

in the toilet bowl right at that moment

and I had to hold you back, get down to the car.

Pop had to drive me to the hospital

 and it must’ve been the first time

he ever broke the speed limit, ran a red light,

or forgot to use his turn signal, ‘cause the man

was a pretty dedicated driver’s ed teacher

 at that time, so he didn’t get nervous about

much until we became airborne over those

bumpy railroad tracks by the Irving Avenue School.

Don’t know what we would’ve done if one of

those big long trains hauling sand had been

passing by, guess you would’ve been born in the

front seat of that old yellow Chrysler Imperial.

Reviews

[PoetryXpressions]

Wow, Sounds like you had quite a day. Interesting read, thanks for sharing.

[RHEA CROSLEY]

Very exciting story thanks for sharing.