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Doctor’s office, tear of joy,
Will it be a girl or boy?
Weeks pass by in happy daze
At baby close and prams I gaze
Time to shout the news out loud,
Why ever not for I’m so proud
Doctor’s office, strange this time
Try not to worry, it all seems fine
Sudden feeling, Oh God no!
Steady now, it can’t be so,
Hospital looms so large ahead,
Oh! My love it’s for you I dread
Kindly nurse with gown of white
Sorry love, things just aren’t right.
Doctor comes, sits on my bed
Gently speaks the words I dread.
In the distance come the trolly
Please! Don’t try to make me jolly
Doctor’s eyes all masked in green,
From my heart one last scream
For my baby is there hope.
Needle comes, God! Can I cope?
Open eyes with despair,
Does no one know, does no one care
Hand slips slowly to the womb,
There’s no one there, it’s like a tomb.
Cases packed, it’s time to go
Mustn’t let my feelings show.
Doors slam shut, head held low,
Goodbye my love, I’ll never know.
Time passes, o so slow,
Will this sorrow ever go.
Awake one morning with surprise
Time to face the world outside
Time to glow, time to grow,
Time to melt the winter snow.
Doctor’s office, just once more
To wonder what life holds in store.
By Cecilia Murray
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