Blinding lights 

A screech 

A roar 

Silence 

Sobs in the distance 

Pain that will never ease 

A hand 

Pulling 

Then thrusting 

Into the bright light 

The sun 

The warmth of the soft ground 

The comfort of pattering rain 

A sprout 

Pushing through 

First the ground 

Then the tar 

Stomping feet 

Rushing tires 

It almost doesn't make it 

Then 

A day 

Like any other 

The daisy blooms 

A warmth

The world thought it had lost

A grieving mother 

Knows 

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