by Kat Stovall

Created on: January 19, 2009

Her heart is heavy in her chest.

She's weary from the long day.

The doctors walk in; she holds her breath.

She's fearful of what they'll say.

Trying not to scream because she won't stop.

She watches the soundless blinking lights.

The doctors talk of treatments and tests,

She longs to take away the tubes and hold him tight,

Twenty two years later she sits in a hospital room,

not that different from when he was young.

Once she feared for the child and now she rejoices,

The time for crying is done.

The light that blinks is a new hearbeat,

soon to come into this world.

They had overcome defeat,

and now her son would have a baby girl.

Fifteen years quickly passes her by,

Again she is in the familiar room.

Still trying to be strong and not cry.

She knows the time is near.

She watches the lights blinking again.

Finding solace in their presence.

She holds her son's hand,

As she slips away into a better place.

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