“Deliverance,” Ensign, July 1977, 58
Deliverance
“A woman in … travail
[Bear down, they said]
hath sorrow, because
her hour is come.”
I watched the clock
and thought
how glad I was for you.
Someone wiped my face
and placed a cone
upon my nose.
I shook it away.
“Oh let him breathe
[just give me strength]
let him breathe his first breath
clear as mine.”
For a moment
it was very black
and pain pushed me down
and you out
of my night.
“But as soon as she is delivered
of the child, she remembereth
no more the anguish,
for joy.”
And I would travel the night
again for you.
I would travel the night again
for this moment of light.