Heartbeat

The first sound a child hears,

Newborn, cuddled at mother's breast,

Echoed in my dying ears,

In his arms, finally at rest.

One heart, one life, one final word,

The last gift I could give;

That faint and constant echo heard,

The promise he would live.

And I could smile in spite of pain,

To know I had not died in vain.