A New Life


As I'm torn from this lifeless womb,
I'm cold and scared in a strange room.
Everything is new to me as I'm passed around,
Though the only person I know is motionless on the ground.
As everyone looks at me with joy in their eyes,
A child is born as a young mother dies.
As my tiny hands grasp on to all I have left in life,
I see tears in his eyes because he just lost his wife.
I'm like clay in his hands, he has to mold me into who I need to be;
The warmth in his arms and his loving embrace is the world I see.
Death is a scary thing and something we all must face-
just remember the love we shared before we leave this place.

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