“Death, taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them.”

-Margaret Mitchell, “Gone with the Wind”

I sighed in relief,
as the pains had subsided,
The 8-hour moment had finally ended,
With hopes and dreams spilling out,

As air filled my lungs,
I watched the nurse,
approach with the bundle,
I had carried all these months.

At the time, the brown-eyed babe,
With a button nose,
And my curly brown hair,
Didn’t even know his name,

Yet looking back now,
Who would’ve known
That this meeting,
Was when I first met my killer.


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