Somedays I think too much

[ailbhe]

The while I was in midwife care
It all seemed very fair to bear
But then I met an obstetrician
Who made grave errors of omission

He did not tell me who he was
He answered "Why?" with "Just because,"
And "I need to know," with "I say so,"
And "I am afraid," with "It's too late."

I asked him questions, which he heard,
And saw him turn without a word -
Or worse, with questions of his own -
"Why are you crying?" "Why do you moan?"

The midwife, pregnant and young herself
Kept suddenly quiet; a minute ago
She was making me push, now she's making me go
To the theatre theatre theatre O
With a full cast of audience, and an audience so
That every whimper and protest I make
Is ignored by -

A student obstetrician and her mentor
A care assistant or two and a couple of nurses
A paediatrician, a midwife and an anaesthtist
And a few other people - I still don't know who they were
And someone who popped in for a minute to borrow something
And someone who popped in with a message
And someone who popped in and I still don't know why
But they popped out again
After they heard me cry...