New Life
Six hours past and it still isn't over.
Your palms sweat and your body shaking.
The mind raceing with your thoughts.
All these questions, no answers.
You panic, friten and scared.
The pain and watching is to much.
But your love keeps you in touch.
One last push and a life is born.
The parents hold there new baby boy.
Copyright © Mike Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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