Meeting you

Each passing week and month,

little you grew in my tummy.

I talked to you, I felt you kick.

The sickness and sleepless nights,

where just a passing dream.

As the day came closer for me to meet you.

The unthinkable happened.

I stood in a room,

with a little screen, showing you to me.

The doctor looked at me, with a sadness.

My chest felt tight, my mind was not right.

I held my breath and asked. “what could it be?”.

I found out, I was meeting you sooner, than I thought I would be.

Little you, stopped growing inside me.

The perfect pregnancy was just a wish

that turned into a dream that became a scary nightmare.

The day came where you were going to be forced from your home in my tummy.

Scared and worried, was all I could be.

When morning came,

you greeted the world, you were perfect.

The thoughts and worries

left me when I held you.

The relief overcame me,

you were healthy,

Small, but mighty

My precious baby.