She labored silently
tiny grunts
pulled inward
with the efforts of this expulsion
exposed
she hid in the stillness of early dawn
screamed
tore mourning doves from the air
stuffed them into her mouth
wrent the sky with her cries
made not a sound
pushed from instinct
her body would do this without her
had declared the time was right
battered down the door
She clenched the outstretched hand of the father
felt his grip in return
firm, reassuring
she was alone
for at least the second time in so many months
hoping to be caught
straining to be heard in her silence
pushing toward release
she bit down on regret
pressed until her brown eyes burst
delivered unto the leaves and twigs a voice
mewing its tiny protests
these she would not silence
had brought nothing to wrap the child in
staggered to her feet
braced herself against the back of the garage
bent
whispered his name
said nothing