The Waiting Hours

(My cousin just recently had a baby and the inspiration for this poem came as I thought about the hours we wait until that moment when a new creature is born into the world) The Anxiety is as high as towers, Outside the room sit a banquet of flowers. Patience is running thin, For all of the waiting kin. Some are talking, A few are walking. Its certain that all of them are praying Not much longer now is what they are saying Fears of the past, take a familiar cast. Putting those thoughts in the back of each loved one mind, They all wait the time. They all know that the two lives are in God's care, The joy fills the halls as a little baby girls cries comes through the air