Ja’Khari

by T.P.

The ambulance sirens screamed on its way to the hospital while my girlfriend was in the back. 

Kniyah drowned in a sea of pain during labor, the doctors were busy as bees. 

I stood waiting for my son to be born. 

I cried. 

Ja’Khari finally made it into the world! 4 pounds 8 ounces, healthy, premature.

His head was bloody, the doctors wiped him off. 

He was very handsome even while he was crying. 

I was nervous and sweating cutting the umbilical cord. 

I kissed my girlfriend and picked the baby up out of her 

arms and thought I would drop him. 

So I made sure I held tighter. 

I held so tight that I never wanted to let him go. 

I left the hospital feeling great. 

I started to think about what my child was thinking when he first came out of the womb.

I was happy that my son was brought into this world by a woman that I truly love. 

Ja’Khari.