4:40
A strong voice wakens me and tells me it is time.
I quickly push against the softness under me
The sharp smell of sterility engulfs me
A cry of pain pierces into my heart
A cry of new life welcomes me
A red new soul in my arms
She is warm and squirms
She looks around her
I look at my watch
4:40, it reads.
I walk to the window
The sky is red like she is
A rosy odor of the blanket
A chorus of beeps and chimes
As she watches the sky, I watch her
A start to life, both for her and for me
I kiss her on her head, sweetness to my lips
Her skin feels damp. She gazes up at me her father
My world fills beyond my dreams. My new life at 4:40.
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