Blank Paper

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.