Kyle Donohue: The Farmer

my all. Winter storms have come, and darkened my sun. After all that I’ve been through,

Every morning, in the dark, a rooster crows outside and then the sun comes up; therefore, a rooster summons the sun to rise into the sky.

These excruciatingly long past 24 hours since my baby was born have been filled with doctors and nurses

It was starting to become dark, the light was lifting as the sun went down, and the sun streaks climbed up the wall and fell over the feeding racks and over

It is a lovely day out, the bright sun shining down, the smell of beautiful flowers, the

Dawn. The sun is showing up silently. The morning is beautiful and warm. Here I , slowly sipping my morning tea, I am trying to erase from my memory an event that happened in the past, an event that has left me with nothing but bad memories.

Clock strikes and we climb up the stairs to a balcony where the night untraces the constellations of your cheeks

I'd rather be in the dark, than the light if I could be with you -

preparation and of course the delivery. Even though I was just starting out, I felt like I could do

Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light which proudly we hail at the twilight's last gleaming.

Do you like to be in your pajamas all day when you’re not busy or doing anything? I know I do! When I don’t have time because I am busy or doing something the day goes by so fast. A part in the song I’m doing says “Good morning and goodnight, I wake up at twilight” helps me relate. It helps me relate when I have so many activities

Moving into the second stanza, the speaker begins to pick up steam, expressing profound admiration of the sun. In fact, the speaker goes so far as to end

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.

Mother: I have a case of moderate arthritis from playing tennis and gardening, so my doctors were concerned about my body's ability to carry the pregnancy to full term and handle the full ordeal of the delivery. The birth of our child took a long time. I was in labor for nearly four days. We hired a lovely midwife who has specialized knowledge in handling special births, but after the second day, we decided to load me up in the car and head for the hospital. It was frightening, I suppose, but I also felt a clarity of purpose. I really wanted this baby and I knew that the baby's best chance and my best chance for survival was for me to stay calm and coherent as possible, for the sake of my family.

It was an unpleasantly early morning in the hospital waiting room. Nurses buzzed around, busy attending to their patients while a faint beeping sound could be heard in the background. I was starting my second shift of the day at the hospital, just finishing working a shift in the dark, grimy morgue. Groggy, I sat down at my desk to begin another four hours of labor. My position was to assure that the paper work was properly completed and that all patients were attended too. While being a supervising nurse was a great responsibility, it left time to day dream.