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The Junkie's Son, Part I

I.
Maureen looked down at her swollen belly
as her husband drove to the hospital,
she couldn’t believe the day had arrived,
but soon she would know childbirth in full,
and their life would be anything but dull.
She and Mark would have a child of their love,
they just had to get through some hours rough.

She was scared, there was no doubt about that,
but she was strangely very happy too,
okay, maybe that wasn’t all that strange,
but it was novel to her point of view,
everything they were facing was so new.
They pulled up and parked, then walked slowly in,
ready for this adventure to begin.

Things all started off easily enough,
Maureen was quite early in her labor,
she signed in and filled out all of the forms,
was given a room and ever a neighbor,
thought she had a bad opinion of her.
She was a tough figure, covered all in ink,
swore like a sailor, liked to shout, not think.

Maureen frowned at this, tried to shut it out,
tried to focus in on what was coming,
began replaying the Lamaze classes,
heard the advice her birth-coach was sharing,
it helped to slow her heart’s rapid beating.
An hour in the junkie screamed out loud,
“Get your ass in here! This s--t’s coming now!”

Maureen cringed at the woman’s angry tone,
but such thoughts son vanished quickly away
when the woman screamed like she had been stabbed,
the kid was coming, no more would he wait,
the doctors rushed in as he cried, had his say.
Maureen’s eyes widened as she realized
she’d heard the first screams of that child’s life.

They moved the woman out of there quickly,
and Maureen felt a chill run down her spine,
something about all she’d heard just felt wrong,
she couldn’t say what, it just felt malign,
and thoughts of this lingered long on her mind.
She tried to refocus on her coming lot,
then she felt a sharp pain...in the wrong spot.

She yelped out loud and Mark jump to his feet,
then ran out to find a doctor or nurse,
several rushed in, one cried,”She’s bleeding!
Get her to surgery, before it gets worse!”
Maureen just helplessly cried out,”It hurts!”
She passed out in pain while pushed down the hall,
a small mercy that she was out for it all…

CONTINUES IN PART II.

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