A Child

This poem has pertains to the struggle that life sometimes brings.

The silence grew, as evening fell;
No call or letter, no sounding of bell.
And still she goes and does not sleep;
In early hours, a solace of weep.
She presses forward, her years not old;
But inside her heart, a space grows cold.
Then one day awakening, new birth near;
A life for a life, a child does not fear.