Birth/Untitled


Seeing the Gift of Life.
Hearing her cry.
Answering to the call.
Rocking her so softly she drifts.
In her sleepy haze she sighs.
Nodding of to sleep.
Going to her own dreamworld.

By: Amanda Lopez
@2002


Read and Review!!
I wrote this when my cousin was born on during
Thanksgiving Break. I was going through my poetry
book and came across it. I hope you enjoyed it.