Kyro My Boy

First day of December
I clearly remember
It was dawn I recall
This firmed loud call
Honey, He is coming!
Swiftly I came running

Few minutes later
Tightly holding her
Tending while on transit
I was holding my breathe
Unconsciously praying
My wife helplessly laying

An hour passed like a year
She was still in labour
My honey was in pain
Almost made me insane
Another such long hour
It seems like forever

Then she was taken
Room at corridor's end
I was walking like hell
She's fine, no one can tell
Worried, almost kneeling
I ended up smoking

Minutes more I waited
By her mom I was hailed
Room filled with cry I heard
Heavenly sound descended
My wife with so much joy
Beside her was my boy