Right now my daughter's in pain.
She's having a baby,
and though I know
that doctors and nurses and midwives
have things pretty much under control,
I can't help praying to a God
I've never really believed in much,
just in case he (or she) is really up there.

Let's face it, there's always a risk,
and I ponder on the bravery of mothers.
Perhaps they're instinctively strong,
or feel some kind of duty,
but I salute them all.