So Not Ready

Myna was feeling down

With all the happened

When she wasn't around

It didn't help my comment

About buying the town

When the wagon

came rolling around.

Me and Uncle Bubba

Unloaded the gear

Baby is coming

The time is getting near.

And my heart is filled with fear.

My mother died giving birth

Never seen her face

Buried beneath the earth

My father had to raise us alone

He did his best but didn't know

How to make a house a home.

The thought of losing Myna

Makes my heartbreak

My sleepless nights

Make my eyes and body ache.

I know she may be fine

But it's not a guarantee

The one thing I know as

I help set up the nursery

Is as much as I have planned

I'm just not ready.

"May I offer some advice?"

Uncle Bubba said taking from me

The stuffed animal I held so tight

It was like a vice.

"Being a parent is something

for which you can't prepare.

All you need to remember

Is to love them and her

and to always be there."

"If I can do

a job as good as you

and Aunt Sue

I'll believe myself a success.

However, until then

it's hard not to be stressed."

"Stressin' is to be expected

But my advice is to reject it.

Focus on Myna and you'll do fine

And perhaps to unwind

You and I can go fishing sometime."

Lorne nodded he understood.

"Fishing with you sounds good."

He finished up the nursery

It was as good as it was going to be

They had all they needed for baby

Myna hugged him as she came to see

She finally looked relaxed.

"Finally," she said,

"We're ready."