She's In Labor

(This is a fictional poem) I want to take my pregnant wife to the hospital but we can't go. We're stuck in this house because of this twenty-five inch snow. There's no doctor here so I'm having to bring this baby into the world. I hope that it will be a boy but it might be a girl. The baby just arrived but I have to mourn. It's a boy like I had hoped but it's stillborn. Tears are rolling down my cheeks because I know that my baby is dead. I thought I'd get a son but I've got a broken heart instead.