William Morrissey Poet Prose

A Miscarriage Baby

A Miscarriage  Baby


I use to work in Yonkers
With this nice lady
In this store
At the bottom of this hill

This beautiful lady about to take a vacation
A friendly Hispanic woman
Of great honor and nobility
This day, she sees me and gives me a bear hug

In the night, I am sleeping
And promptly awaken by this sight
She is holding a baby in her arms,
The baby does not look at her

Baby is about two weeks old
Small head, cute face and curly black hair
The baby is trying to tell me, 
Something is wrong

Next day I meet this lady
I tell her all about my dream
She is sad and slowly talk,
Of a miscarriage she had, just a few weeks ago


William Morrissey 7/18/05

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Lenny Gazbowski May 5, 2016 at 1:13 PM My wife has suffered five miscarriages William, so this one hits home. Very well written. I've had similar dreams, premonitions, my last such dream predicted that my father in law would die of cancer. He left his body last year after a long battle. This world is hell. William Morrissey May 17, 2016 at 2:56 PM Hi lenny, sorry to hear about your wife and your father in law. I hope that God will bless you with a child soon. William Morrissey