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My Baby and Her Son
The phone rang.
It rang again.
"Hello", I said
to an unfamiliar voice.
A serious voice.
A physicians voice...
summoning me away from home.
My baby is about to soar
to a new destination.
Twenty nine weeks pregnant
infected with full-blown
chicken pox.
This worrisome state has me
knocking on God's door for
guidance.
Upon arrival to the Hospital
I witnessed my baby with baby
still in her womb on life support.
It was two days passed...
baby out of womb now.
So tiny, almost miniscule
to my eyes.
He's on life support.
Touch and go down a rough road
for them both.
They are in God's hands now.
It was weeks...
God had mercy and both
went home...
to continue a beautiful journey
along the pathway of life.
Thank you God.
How beautiful! I was holding my breath to the end waiting to see where the baby with her baby ended up. Thank God that both came home healthy and whole and I thank God that you came through without falling apart as I know I would have in the same situation.
Dear Linda, Read your poem "My Baby And Her Son." Felt nice because it has a happy ending. Keep up the good work.