My sister’s first Sight

A night before my sister saw light

Her carrier was having

And unbearable pain

My sister was struggling

To be let out of the

Spaceless sack

Running towards my sister

And her carrier,

Were mid-wives

Dressed in white clothes.

I could only hear my mom scream

And mid-wives saying “push”

Finally the clock ticked

Into the morning

And I heard the cry

Of my baby sister

Which made me run

With tears of joy

Filling up my whole face

To my father.

Only to make the good news,

known to him.




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