(19) The day has come to meet the one I love. The pain is ripping through me; I can barely move my lungs. Rushing, rushing it’s time to get things done. The ride is slow and unbearable. Now we are moving quickly to meet an angel. This little girl is on her way. As I lie and wait, I start to feel a rush. I get elated; it will soon be time to push. I see my mother’s face but I do not see delight. I stare at my feet and realize it’s time for flight. Blood is flowing everywhere, it’s heading towards the floor. I next hear a question. Life for you or her? I take a deep breath and answer easily, she is more important than anything to me. Voices all around me. But I can hear just one. Close your eyes sweet child and what is done will be done. I take what could be my final breath and tell those I love goodbye. I see darkness and look Death in the eyes. When I told him the feelings that I felt, darkness faded and death began to cry. I heard that she was waiting and love is what I felt. I would meet my angel and hold the life that I had held.
I wrote this about the day my daughter was born. -Ashley Mae