Birth returns as death.

It is a love story with full of scrifice and altruism.

The birth of a child means so much to the pregnant mother. Somehow most of the time we are all gooey and soft hearted during the time!

I cuddled in the warmth of your touch, contented to be near you; And knew that I was dear to you.

I fell asleep in the AM hours recently and dreamed I was riding on the open prairie.The covered wagon gave me protection from the sun but not its intense heat.In my long dress and well worn bonnet,all I wanted was to reach our destination and build a new home.Why I remembered this dream I will really never know but here is my dream in written form.

My experiences in child birth.

In This Poem, I’m Describing What Happens From Birth To Death, & What Do We Need To Do From My Point Of View.

This is a humourus but true story, of what I endured during the birth of my
Son…

Well, it’s D-Day for Candi; she’s going to be a mother. Will she mend her promiscuous ways and get her life back on track?

Outside the Maternity Ward.