Mishap

How strange, How my body has changed, Could it be that a baby’s on the way? Fear settled as the motherly requirements flooded through my head, Will like me or hate me instead? I pondered and pondered , Not finding answers, A day that I want to forget, Pregnancy test after pregnancy test, Telling me what I utmost regret, Pregnant then not pregnant, As blood seeped down my pants, Tears welled in my eyes, I couldn’t help cry, I felt my body slowly change back, Knowing in my heart about the mishap, The questions faded, As quickly as they had been created, There’s a reason it hadn’t made it. Born to be a mother, Yet it can’t be created, I comfort myself as well as my lover, My purpose may be, To help a child already in need, Either way I’m not quite ready, My day will come, When I can give a child, A really great mom. By, Rasheal L. Timm