I dreamt of seeing
that little heart,
Beating on the scan.
I dreamt of caressing
my big belly,
Anticipating holding
your hand.
I dreamt of painting
your room,
Hoping for a baby
girl.
I can see it now,
pinks, pearls, and glitter galore
All for the hope of
you.
My reality was an
ultrasound,
With no heartbeat in
sight.
My reality was a
doctor,
Telling me, you’ll
probably lose your baby tonight.
Those hopes and
dreams,
Suddenly came
crashing down.
The hope of a big
belly, that so many take for granted,
Was only in my dreams
now.
The pain is great, in
every way imaginable
A pain for some, that
is never even fathomable.
Someday I only hope
to make these dreams a reality,
But nothing will ever
replace, my sweet little angel baby.
By. Alysha R Glick
