I sit with you in the labor room
wiping the sweat from your brow.
You clench your hands into tiny fists
but utter not one faint cry.
You look at me with pleading eyes
like I could kiss the booboo and make it better.
But this time, my sweet daughter,
mama can only hold your hand and help you count.
This is only the mildest of pains you're feeling.
wait till she is having her first child and you'll see
all the stepping stones that emerged
from this day to that one.
Its only a small step in the circle of life.
Trust mama, I'd take your pain if I could
but then you wouldn't appreciate
the gift you are about to recieve.
Your life will still be a good one
but like nothing you have experienced thus far.
Author notes
45. A stepping stone to something new.
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