The Birth of a Child

Tears running down mothers eyes drip onto her newly born baby boy. It is her hope that one day he will become something the likes of which this new world has never seen. He will be represented by monuments to his greatness and everyone who passes his likeness by long after his death will take a second to remember this man who changed the world. She hopes for love and laughter for her child. She hopes that with her own love she will transform him into the type of man who brings his love of things and people with him. He will stand as a beacon for those lost tormented souls who walk blindly by day by day not appreciating the vast beauty of the world. You can see it in this mothers eyes, she doesn't merely wish it to be so. She will take him to the best schools to make his mind sharper than diamond. She will keep him active and make sure that not only is he mentally fit to be the catalyst which will change all men but also that his heart, a faint whisper now, beats to be a roar that will call the world to unite under him. The hospital is humming with activity. The man next to her will need his appendix removed, the doctor said. The woman across from her has lost her leg and is just now beginning to start the necessary recovery process. And somewhere in the ER one floor down a man has just lost his life. But the mother hears nothing going on around her. She is deaf, for a moment, to the world in general. Once she awakens from the visions of grandeur she turns to the doctor and finally responds to his question. “Swain”, she says, “Swain Duffin.”