For a Moment

We signed our cards with love and kissy faces,
Been through hell and back, braving the darkest of places,
And you got down on your knee, if only for a moment.
Our love produced something beautiful and pure,
And I sat in the bathroom with the fifth test, just to make sure,
I was so scared and anxious, if only for a moment.
Showered with gifts and cards,
Signed with love and best regards,
Everything was perfect, if only for a moment.

The pain in my stomach increases, though everyone said I was okay,
“Never trust the doctors,” my father would say,
I watched the crimson trail fall down my leg, if only for a moment.
Fifteen hours of labor, I hear everyone’s cries and gasps, expect for one
I imagined this moment with smiles and laughter, but there are none,
The silence was deafening, if only for a moment.
They wrap him in blue, as if nothing is wrong,
“You need to hold your son”, “Be strong”.
All I see is his face, though only for a moment,
And he was beautiful, if only for a moment.

15 thoughts on “For a Moment

  1. percolatingpoetry says:

    Some moments feel like a life. In your piece, you’ve captured both, very well. The punch at the end made me swallow hard, but life is like that sometimes.

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  2. thereluctantpoet says:

    Oh my, Dear! This was so masterfully written and packed past capacity with emotion and feelings!! Loved your title and recurring use throughout! You left us in an anxious wondering (those of us who don’t want to image or admit what we fear) state! I hate being in limbo! No author’s note? Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!
    xoxo
    😊💕🌹✨

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