There she was, a mother to be,
In all happiness and a joyful glee,
Counting down the days,
To see her new born baby’s face,
To her husband she’d talk,
For endless hours and chalk,
Plans for her unborn son,
Oh! Life was so much fun,
Her unborn dream,
Was like sugar and cream,
She longed to hold it in her palm,
Just the thought was her mental balm,
The day was announced to all,
It would be the last day of the fall
So, she bought wool and crochet,
Unaware of life’s ricochet,
Dream, turned nightmare,
Life didn’t care,
Purged her dream out of this world,
Blood and pain, her head just whirled
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