First labor, second childbirth.
Francis Anthony Byrne slid easily out of the womb,
right side down.
He was a big boy, a tall boy,
but Frankie was easy on his mother.
Sara said to me, “Labor’s not so bad!”
She said she’d rather have a labor than another Cesarean.
Frankie is easy on his dad,
happy to watch hockey late into the night,
bouncing on the big Bouncy Ball.
Frankie’s easy on his sister, Evelyn.
He never cries too much
and he lets her stroke his head and kiss his face.
Frankie was especially easy on his Grandpa Byrne,
who never admitted before now
how much he wanted the Byrne name to live on.
And Frankie smiles at Grandpa John.