Serene Prelude

The morning I was born; the room was inaudible

Things seemed to be at a standstill

Everyone was placid and patiently awaiting my arrival

There was a giggle here and there, perhaps some laughter

T'was a far cry from the birth before it

There were no restless, edgy, or overwrought people in the room

Not this time

This time

She couldn't feel the pangs of childbirth

Nor could she feel any anguish

The pure ecstasy of the moment was overwhelming

The feeling was much akin to a painter

Seeing not the blank canvas but the brilliance

It could become

Knowing that the mistakes and trials were

Of course what would make unique