The Sound of Love

Lying in the cold sterile room Tentatively tracing a soft pattern on the chair. My husband’s ashen face Staring blankly at the bleached white walls. Calming myself with each breath Waiting patiently for the news. She slowly enters with a kind smile Immediately I feel my anxiety weaken. She looks at the intimidating screen Suddenly the frantic sound fills the room The sound I will never forget, but long to hear again The sound of a thrashing propeller somehow submerged in water. The screen becomes a transparent window For the first time we gawk at our child. How I have prayed and imagined seeing him. How I have worried for everything to be alright. We entered with unspoken concerns Leaving with joyous hearts Proof of our little child Growing healthy with the strong sound of love.