A New World Poem by Nicolas Lusk
A New World
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.
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