To the child , I will never have.

 


Leaning outside in the hallway;

waiting for results. 

Nurse saying, "Doctor will be here any minute."

 I think I have seen this before

And I didn't like the ending.


In my thoughts

you are beautiful, smart, 

taking your first steps,

Creating beautiful art.

You will always have my eyes, my wisdom.


In my thoughts 

I can see you grow 

learn about my fav poet, and movies, and add them to the list.

You are holding me and crying when, 

the first time you broke your arm.


In my thoughts,

I can see you learn.

You are all grown up.

Now you can sell your art, to earn.

Cracking up stupid jokes with your teen friends.

Now I am some unknown, intruding in your life.


In my thoughts,

I can see you fallin'

Falling in love

For one, two, and hundreds of times.

Breaking up. 

There is no amount of crying,

 I can do that for you.


Nurse," You can step in."

I can not walk, breathe in general

I stood there. 


After a while

Doctor, "I am sorry that your wife and child are no more."


I am sorry.

I was not the hero that I was supposed to be.

~rosh

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