In my excitement,
I acted precipitously,
told my close friends and family,
I was a mother to be……
My skin was glowing,
my hair bounced freely with new life.
The nauseousness had finally gone away,
I was floating on cloud 9
for 12 weeks and 5 days!
Then changes starting taking place,
something wasn’t quite right,
my body was giving me a sign.
I started bleeding that night
In fear for my embryo’s life,
I rushed to the hospital in search of a cure,
after many ultra sounds,
the heartbeat could not be found.
As the tech intently looked at the monitor,
we did not exchange words.
There was the humming of the machines,
and the buzzing of the lights,
when I figured out my fetus had died.
Seeing my despair with much sensitivity,
the doctor confirmed, I lost the pregnancy,
I was miscarrying.
My heart was broken and in despair,
I was powerless to stop the process,
that would leave me bare of the seed I nurtured so carefully.
As my body gave to the waters and my womb to the heavens,
an angel appeared and smiled at me.
© Veronica Verdad. Published by permission in Centro Voices on 24 April 2015.