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Bring To Life

"Push!" the head is crowning. I know you feel you're drowning. The pain is excruciaiting. Blood pressure is fulminating. It's do or die, no time to cry. "Pant!" the head is born. Don't push now I warn. Or you will be torn. Baby wrapped up warm. Crying the moment you're born "Hush!" Mamma's here my dear. As I pass the bundle. For mother to fondle. A job well done.

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Date: 7/3/2016 5:31:00 AM
Succinct and precious - your poem delighted me ... CayCay
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Jean Murray
Date: 7/3/2016 9:19:00 AM
Thank you Cay Cay.
Date: 6/29/2016 10:58:00 PM
'The moments' vividly expressed in cradling mode ...
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Jean Murray
Date: 6/30/2016 2:54:00 AM
Push and Pant are two loud words on every Labour Ward I'm sure Probir. Thank you for stopping by.

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