Mommy

I wake up from my extreme pain.
My body aches, but I know it's not in vain.

A machine next to me beeps softly.

Making sure I don't die quietly.
On the left of the room is a door.
Molly, my nurse, walks in with my "Oar".
My "Oar" moves me forward into the happiness.
Yuki, my baby, my heart, my vessel to bliss.

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