A Tale of Two Births

My beautiful friend gave birth to her precious son today.

He spent his last day in the womb in a wonderful photo-shoot with his beautiful mother; full of fabrics and colour, sea wind and Holy Spirit air. Later, he decided it was time to come, while his beautiful mother was holding hands with her lovely children in a game of ring around the rosy; giggles and sing song mingled with a love song planned before the foundation of the world.
He was born at home into the hands of his father, with caring midwives, cradled and fed, loving words, tears of happiness, as his brother and sisters were wrapped into the arms of their cousins close by.
'Happy Birthday little one', sings a chorus of angels.

A beautiful woman gave birth to her precious son today.

He spent the last day in the womb in a terrible battle; full of yelling and insults, in a strange apartment. Later, he almost suffered violence as his father tried to kick where he lay; while his beautiful mother cried; tears and mourning mingled with a love song planned before the foundation of the world.
He was cut from her womb into the hands of a doctor, with bright lights and fears of mingling blood, a selfless midwife praying her heart out in the hallway; where is her family? The word 'HIV' hanging unspoken in the Holy Spirit air.
'Happy Birthday little one', sings a chorus of angels.