Nervous, afraid, unknowing

a young girl but fifteen looking at two pink lines.

An uneasy feeling spreading through-out her heart. 

thoughts were, "I'd been careful, I had took all the precautions."

Twenty-eight hours of labor, 

followed by an option. Surgery or failure? 

On the table you hear the buzz of machines,

doctors silent encouragements.

Then a scream, singular, pierces the room.

Pink, alive, healthy.

What a beaut to behold.