It’s coming! It’s coming!
I can feel it, it’s coming
Give me some drugs, she said
I’m so in pain
She sobbed withstand the pain
There are no drugs to cure her ache
She must stand it by herself
Even it’s ripping her life
Then a sound emerged from her groin
A loud cry from a tiny throat
She saw the source of the sound
And she wept again, with joy
I ask her would she do this again?
Yes, she said
Yes, I will willingly ripped my life again for this