Twelve returns of the day

Written by: Caroline C├ęcile Delacroix

It was coming Whether I like it or not The pain seering Through my entire being My hands gripping The side rails of the bed Then more, ravaging Could I stand it any longer? No! Too tearing No longer coherent I am blowing Up into a thousand pieces Across the universe, no returning Dying...And there it was Hands pulling The new life out, placed in my arms A perfect being My son, Matthew! Joy sublime, pain forgotten. Happy 12th Birthday, Matthew! By CarolineCecile - 02.15.12