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
Copyright © William Morrissey | Year Posted 2016
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