Point of View

A scream and a cry, blood falling down

To drip and spill and pool on the ground.

Even so laughter and cheers are heard not far away

While fading into the background are the ear-splitting wails

Of small lungs but powerful feeling.

 

As the cheers grew ever louder

The screams turn to giggles

A woman's face clouded by tears of joy and soon

In her hands is a baby wrapped in a small pink cocoon.