Heartbeat
The first sound a child hears,
Newborn, cuddled at mother's breast,
Echoed in my dying ears,
In his arms, finally at rest.
One heart, one life, one final word,
The last gift I could give;
That faint and constant echo heard,
The promise he would live.
And I could smile in spite of pain,
To know I had not died in vain.
