Breathing
There’s a sharp intake of breath, then a cry
So vulnerable, so delicate
Its body rests heavily on waiting hands
There is a lingering breath of relief,
A silent celebration of new life.
In the other room, it is silent, cold
Eyes fixed but unseeing through fading sight
Only a small sound escapes his labored breath
Only a lingering sigh of defeat
There are no songs to be sung
on epitaphs...
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