he kept telling her to breathe.
she kept telling her to breathe.
they kept telling her to breathe.
until the onlt thing she could do was scream.
Iv's in her arm felt like daggers in his heart,
and everytime they poked at her they stabbed at him.
needles in her vein keeped everything sane,
but this soon-to-be mother could not handle the pain.
sea sections were the only options at this point in time.
for the mother's life was in jeperady and so was time.

he kept telling her to breathe.
she kept telling her to breathe.
they kept telling her to breathe.
until the only thing she did was scream at the top of her
lungs.
the room became still...
it seemed like somebody had put reality on blast.
while everybody and everything stopped in there tracks.

a baby's cry fill's the room,
and binks off of each and every wall,
before banging on the eardrum of everyone in it's path.
a baby is born.

time of birth 9:58
time of death 10:00

they say for every birth is a death
and for every death is a birth.
maybe what they say is true