The Birth

My Sister's Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena
My Sister’s Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena

“I can see a corner! Push again!”  His tone is a mixture of excitement and anger.  It has been a long road for the both of us.  The long nights I thought I was, but wasn’t.  The fear of not getting it right; of not being accepted.  Through it all, he was there.  We were finally ready.

“I can’t.  I’m tired.” I pant with stolen breaths.  I don’t have the strength.  I’m borrowing his and that is only taking me so far.  “I wish I could, but I’m done.”  I steal another painful breath.  ” After this one, no more.”

“You say the same thing every time.” He actually chuckles.  He is lucky I am weak or I would smack him.  “Come on, push!  It’s almost over.”

For me, for him, I do as I’m told.  The pain is excruciating.  My mind lost in concentration.

“One more babe.  One more push and it’s here. ”   I felt it.  I gave it all I had and out it came.  I looked down and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.  The pain and misery quickly forgotten as I gazed upon it.

“What will we call this one?”  He stares at it in awe.

“My Sister’s Soul,”  I reply.  I reach out and lovingly stroke the front cover.

“Ready to start on another?”  This time I don’t hesitate.  I smack him.

My Sister’s Soul.  Available in December 2015 at online bookstores.

 

What We Want

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What We Want by Dawn Gena

We are tenacious, strong, intelligent and resourceful.  

We are the love of your life, the bane of your existence, the center of your world and catalyst of your downfall.

We bear your children and more often than not; raise them alone.  

We fight beside you in wars, on and off battlefields.  

We have overcome the heavy yolks thrown around our necks by society only to have new ones forged by the hands of the cold, calculating and desperate.

We wear numerous hats while living many roles.  

We are rich, poor and everything in between.

We are the colors of the rainbow and Mother Earth.

We are women.

No matter the country, the century, the day of the week…

We all want one thing.

Love.

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