Berthed by the gentle sway, I float, the sweetness of her voice soothing. I see nothing, my limbs unresponsive but for a feeble kick. But suddenly my world trembles, contracts, my body squeezed out of my home, a prickly sensation, the brightness, the cold is frightening, fearful, a strange scream come out, tears, and then her voice... Soothing, reassuring... My son, I have a son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem