"You know what this means to me, Ife
That I would have to give up my first.
The first child of my womb
Why is all this happening too fast and too soon?
What did I do to deserve this fate of doom?"
I have never seen Anya so bitter.
Let alone, birth words that were so bitter.
I knew what this child meant to her,
To us. But there's nothing I could do to defer.
The doctor had told us the best decision
I felt like a naive soldier on a mission.
"Anya, what would you have me do?"
It was like we had met our water loo.
She was still in her hospital clothes, on the bed
And for six days, her heart has continually bled.
"I don't know, Ife. I don't know..."
neither did I. I didn't know.
But what I did know,
Was to give all the care I could show,
To Anya. She needed it all.
And I was ready to give it ALL.
For her.
