Happy Mother's Day
Pressure intense
around my head
and shoulders.
I am pushed
thrust
towards a distant
glimmering light.
My perfect
world
collapsing.
I am pulled
unwilling
into a world of bright
and cold.
Pummeled
by a white coated
assassin.
Made to weep
forced to breathe.
They lay me down
on your warm belly.
Your voice says
softly
'Hello, little guy'
I think
(but do not say)
Happy Mother's Day!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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