Everything was still and tranquil, but then Maira felt her stomach change;
A tightening ached across her middle, as she sat by the fire range
John roused from his slumber, as he had been dozing in the fires glare
For he sensed that something had altered; of Maira’s distress he was aware
He got to his creaking knees and placed his arm around his beloved wife’s waist;
He reassured her with an overwhelming calmness. Bonnie left the house with haste.
She ran to dear Minnie Pip’s house, the one with sage upon the door
As John stayed with Maira and helped her pace up and down the floor
The contractions grew closer now, how Maira’s poor hands did shake
But the exhausted John comforted her, willing himself to stay awake
He lifted her in his gentle arms and like a child, carried her to the bed;
He placed the warm blankets around her pregnant waist and put a pillow behind her head.
Maira willed herself not to squeeze his chill-blained hands, resisting temptation to push
Minnie Pip and Bonnie rushed through the door, both breathless and scarlet flushed.
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