Small cries echo through the cold air.
Arms and legs flail aimlessly,
searching for some comfort...
a scent, a voice, something familiar.
The world around is bright and cold and sterile.
The only semblance of home is the cushion of a soft blanket.
Uncomprehending this foreign world,
he lies there crying, warm and alive.
A new life has been born.
How wonderful! This is such a sweet, heart-tugging poem. I find myself wanting to reach over and pick up this beautiful newborn and cuddle him/her.
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