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