Heartbroken
She was thinking of locking the door to that room
and never going in there again.
And yet, she enters, despite her misgivings,
tears trickled down her cheeks.
She's suddenly overwhelmed by happy thoughts
that have attached themselves to that room
in perpetuity and have taken refuge in her memories.
The air smells of fresh paint and clean linen
and she smiles at the hand-painted flowers on the walls;
letting her trembling fingers lightly trace over them.
She put so much of herself into planning
every detail of this room, and it shows.
The hand-carved crib was a gift from her father,
a bed fit for a princess, who was scheduled to arrive soon.
And her mother helped her decorate the nursery,
it was her idea to paint the pink carnations.
Taking one last look, she slowly shuts the door,
heartbroken and depressed;
there's no longer any hope left in that room.
Last week, she suffered a miscarriage;
and nothing in that room could help
ease her hurt; all she found there were tears.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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