Nervous, afraid, unknowing
a young girl but fifteen looking at two pink lines.
An uneasy feeling spreading through-out her heart.
thoughts were, "I'd been careful, I had took all the precautions."
Twenty-eight hours of labor,
followed by an option. Surgery or failure?
On the table you hear the buzz of machines,
doctors silent encouragements.
Then a scream, singular, pierces the room.
Pink, alive, healthy.
What a beaut to behold.