The Labor

There was a tinge of sadness in her voice,

in her cries, in her moans;

as she labored on the murky street corner

against ravaged hopes and shattered dreams.

Her happiness knew no bounds,

the first time.

a life within life seemed aspirational.

Yet scary!

As the aspiration pulsated and contracted,

she picked up colorful rags

to cover the bundle of joy 

her tormented life had gifted her!