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Birth was suppose to come much easier than this. Panting quickly as I was taught, the pain dissolves my gallant front and tears have come from eyes squeezed shut I heard a voice unlike my own The room is filled with some concern I groan, the doctor takes a turn Quick-fire decision, a swift incision ... a tug, a void,...a cry... a baby born.. The next several hours are a bit of a blur until everything clears, alone in my room on sterilized sheets, too stiff, too sleek, too fragrant of bleach, to think about sleep. Suddenly, all I can think about is mother and how different it was for her, especially, since her young husband was so far away This miracle I bore, as soft as fine silk, with tiny closed fists, rose-petal nails fills me with joy, with relief, I am filled with a deep pang of grief for a long ago thief I can feel the connection, mixed joy, and compassion I'm bathed in the scent of my brand new beginning ...... But my thoughts stream back to a time long ago to a hope that ended that I've been told My mother in bed, after losing her first.... So young, in her bed, without child,........ bleeding red from the war that she fought, while my Dad fought his own I cry tears all alone.... for the grief that she owned as I cherish the breath.....of this babe on my breast The circle of life, starts with birth .....sometimes, death _________________________________________________________ 3/14/14 Contest: A Hundred In a Row Sponsor: PD
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