(This is not a rhyming poem, but one of prose.)

SUMMER BIRTH

Restless, rolling, sweating, unsleeping,
I mentally try to push

The waters will still ebb and flow,
the moon still pull the tide,
but nothing could be more naturally so,
then the tears from

Begins the passage of time,

Marking down the date,

We will mark the passage of time,

I have marked this fourty-seven times,

Living

"A New Life"

Sitting here lonely in a waiting room
Silence is all around, and all we can do is wait.
Listening for the cry