Sterile white room, doctor waiting...nurses scurrying...
red brilliant searing pain with the last push that brings
forth
a plump pink baby....   My baby...  A blank sheet of paper
waiting to have a story written there.

I am a mother...now an author of human life....
will I write her story in pros....in perfect rhyme....
a combination of both?  

Shall it be the perfect love story...perhaps blemished with
mistakes.....both hers and mine...

All this I am not sure,

but sure as sure am I that this will be the greatest
novel ever.