There is a deafening silence
Filling the void that you left behind
As they wheeled you away and told me
To get dressed.
The air catches in my lungs
And my hands grow clammy
Sitting there in your room
Waiting for her.
My overthinking mind begins to swim
Within the thoughts of everything
That could possibly go wrong
For either of you.
They come in and tell me they are ready
And usher me through the double doors
Where you are lying in wait
To start our lives.
It takes only the instant that I sit down
That they tell us they are done
And I wait bated for her first sounds
To hear her cry.
I watch them work to stitch you closed
While you grip my hand so tight
A worried smile on your breath
As she starts to scream.
About the Creator
Gunnar Anderson
Author of The Diary of Sarah Jane and The Diary of Sarah Jane: Between the Lines. Has a bachelor's degree in English from Arizona State University and currently resides in Phoenix with his wife and daughter who inspire him daily.
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