Darkest hours
Patiently pacing
Dim-lit dawn
Life-embracing.
Bald cry echoes
Through the walls
First born child’s
Entrance call.
This is for Jillys challenge
Where we complete the beginning of a poem and see if someone else can complete it. So this is my beginning bit.
The image was for reuse in the public domain from max pixel.
Alison Jean Hankinson
Hues of Hankinson 