Crying Smile

Bright lights, cold air, sterile room...
blanch the humanity within.
Doubt of certainty, certainty of doubt
fill the white-washed and loom.
Cold hands, cold instruments, cold gel...
touch a warm belly that hold the tale
of a future held
in the womb of a loving mother-to-be,
and beats the peanut's heart
and heard are the swishing sounds
of life while expectancies abound.

Another mother and child reunion
is starting and the long-life union
of many more to come.


04-10-03

04/10/2003

Posted on 04/10/2003
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