24 Weeks
An event unexpected,
a conception unplanned.
A future difficult to hold close
until the ultrasound shows ***** ...
the wonder of your daughter
yet to come.
Then on a Sunday
when life seems sweet,
a trip to the hospital.
You reborn into a world of loss
and hurt
and longing.
While we struggle to express our sympathy
with words
a dozen clichés long
for a life no longer viable ...
stillborn
a little past half way to birth.
And I don't even know
if she's named.
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2010
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