The smell of fresh cut grass

sweat dripping down my face

pads reeking of a mixture of

piss and shit

gasping for air

breathing out my mouth and nose

like a worn out dog

running into the warm showers

waiting to put on my fresh clothes

the phone rings

my mom is on the line

everybody staring and watching

all they could see

was excitement on my face

Emma was born

the stars were shining bright

but they were shining brighter

that night