Midwife’s Noble Call

Midwife’s Noble Call

In birthing’s sacred realm, a tale unfolds,
Of Dolly’s kind hands, where pure love emboldens,
On bathroom floor, she eased and caught the cries,
As Lucas entered a world adored by skies.

With Zara’s flush of joy, a friendship blooms,
Their bond unyielding, through laughter and gloom.
Now honored, Dolly ascends to noble kin,
A trusted confidante, inside the Queen’s realm.

A midwife’s guidance, gentle and serene,
Through life’s threshold, she’s a comforting queen.
Her wisdom, a beacon amidst the dark night,
Leading mothers, sons, and daughters, aright.

As the Princess Royal’s handmaiden supreme,
Dolly Maude, tender guardian of her dreams.
With loyal heart, she walks beside her grace,
Protecting her secrets, in every royal space.

An ambassador of life, she turns the tide,
From humble beginnings, to worlds dignified.
Dolly’s tale, a testament to greatness untold,
A midwife’s legacy, written in gold.

So let us now praise the midwife’s noble call,
For bringing forth life, she stands above all.
In birthing mothers, she finds her true delight,
A guardian of miracles, shining her light.