Mom was in pain,
And, I didn’t know just why;
She couldn’t be comforted,
Although…I really did try.
All of this was happening,
When I was not quite three;
But, I remember…like yesterday,
And, this…I guarantee!
For some reason,
My Dad ran up the road;
He thought the doctor got lost in the storm,
So, up the hill…he quickly strode.
The storm kept up its fury,
Indeed, the doctor had lost his way;
My Mom needed him,
And, she needed him…right away!
Just about this time…a loud cry,
And, my baby sister appeared;
Into my Mom’s bedroom…I peered!
“Mom, the baby’s crying!”
As if she didn’t already know;
“I know…I know,
“Now, in the other room…go.”
Dad came running in the front door,
With the doctor close behind;
My baby sister was the surprise,
That both of them did find!
And, a big baby…she was,
Nearly double what I had weighed;
Of course, I was born 10 weeks early,
But, that was a different day!
That’s the end of my story,
About…how it came to be;
SISTER IS BORN…SISTER IS BORN,
And, I was there… to see!
June 26, 2004
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