The blank white screen
blatantly stares at her
as the labor is on
an unbearable twinge
a formidable might
the daring mother
sweats and toils
the seconds holds onto eternity
bending the arc upon infinity
And with smiling tearful eyes
upon her tired tan cheeks
she heaves a sigh of relief
And out comes a tiny little wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem