Rosamora
Meditating on what I shall name you I heard a whisper, your name so soft and gently in my left ear. I turned to look but no one was there. I thought I might be going crazy but then I realized finding a name for you was my very prayer Mistreated, stressed and scared out of my mind...I decided that it wasn't so bad. My acceptance paved the way to my reality... On my very first appointment the nurse began to apologize as she looked at me As the very doctor who gave birth to me performed the ultrasound, I could see what he saw and realized it was the beginning of the end so I accepted it right then. I was not ready yet anyway, I told myself In hopes of feeling better. The mass was the size of my womb, the post was bare That night, evil hands struggled to rip you from my womb...toilet crimson...pale and clammy skin somewhat conscious of the loss within. The ambulance ride was horrible, the hospital even worse... BUT hearing you call to me after just 2 miles......