A New Soul Is Born - Poem by Merl Austin
Pain and terror fill the room
Screams echo in the gloom
Trying to calm her he holds her hand
Only to be followed by the doctor’s last demand
The pain is soon a thing of the past
When the precious being is held in her arms
Why can’t the moment last?
No time to mourn
For A new soul is born
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