Falling

Small Bump

Small Bump

Small and fragile

that's one way to describe her.

Hand over the small bump 

she walks gracefully around.

Singing softly to her unborn child.

Though she looks like a glass doll.

Ready to break any moment.

She fiddles with the ring 

upon her left ring finger.

Eyes full of worry 

as she worries about her unborn child.

Her husband holds her from behind,

as if he could protect her from

any harm the future may bring.

But they both know,

he can't do a thing about 

the cards they may be dealt.

Four months.

Only four more months

until the unborn child is in her arms.

Though it's fingernails were the

size of a half grain of rice,

it's eyes would be soon open wide.

Staring into hers,

as an unknown bond is made.

A silent contract,

promising to love and care for it 

as long as it lives and more.

She will never forget it.

The day she lost her child.

The child's heart just...

Stopped.

Took it's last breath,

and went back to Heaven.

The woman lost apart of her.

A part she may never get back.

In the end,

a wise man spoke,

''You were just a small bump

unborn,four months then torn from life.

Maybe you were needed up there,

but we're still unaware that's why...''