Childbirth

(This is a fictional poem) I lost the most precious thing on Earth. My beloved wife died during childbirth. I pushed her to have a baby even though the doctor told us not to. Now that she's gone, I can't stand this unbearable pain I'm going through. She was diabetic and I should've known better. My life became complete on the day that I met her. But now she's dead and I know that I'm the one to blame. When they buried her, I knew that life would never be the same. The baby also perished on that horrible day. I wish somebody would shoot me and take the pain away.