Much The Same...But Different
As it was in the beginning, a hush was felt and then the tears.
She was tucked into a warm and soft blanket and gentle fingers stroked her face in wonder. Her fingers were grasped and examined. As there was wonder then, it is also now.
She sees light, though not as bright. Her ears hear the faint sounds and mumbled words. Her blanket does not appear as warm and soft. Although she has seen this moment before...it is not the same.
As she is carried and tenderly placed in the bed they have choosen for her, she is carefully watched over for a while. She hears them admiring her for her gentle strength and spoke of her beauty in youth.
Soon there will be darkness, the world will be still and as quiet as before she was born. Now she may sleep.
The end is much the same as the beginning.....but different.
Instead of life, she is now in death.
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