An angel born today
Delivered serene
Peaceful
Quiet
Born to the goddess that was the woman
She was now the mother
The mother whom this burthen
had been released unto
No control, no time, no patience
Born early at the dusk....
... of dawn
Born sound still and no wailing,
No screeching, no bawling
Usually a cry from a child
equates to terror struck unto a mother
Not this time
This time a cry is what a mother yearns for
The cry that allows a mother to see the light
At the end of the tunnel
The noise which she will remember
Kept safely tucked away
In her box of memories
Attached to this cry from the life she bore
This wail that gives hope
Gives hope of a new life
Gives hope of motherhood
Acting almost like a security blanket
Much to her dismay she didn't
She didn't hear it
Her mind unloaded with bleak emptiness
An yet all at the same time flooded
With this heavy hearted sunken feeling
She knew nothing and yet everything
It was over, everything
Just like that the peach she carried
The peach that slowly turned into a part of her
Gone
Just like that ceased to exist
This idea that was latched onto her mind
Gone
But never forgotten
