Right now

Right now,

There is a child born,

Opening its eyes for the first time,

Taking in the light of a world it has not yet explored,

Breathing in the air that encases it’s small and helpless body,

Even though that air may burn at first,

it breathes.


Right now,

There is a mother with tears in her eyes

Happy tears or full of sorrow it’s really up to you,

You can not see her, but you know she’s there,

Weeping for loss or rejoicing in life,

Even though her eyes may sting,

she cries.


Right now,

there is a father breathing his last,

Reaching for his child to assure them it will be ok,

He’s proud of all he’s accomplished, but most proud of what he’s made,

And although he knows that it will hurt,

he lets go anyways.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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