9 months
By BrokenAngel
that morning it was a grey dreary day
she stood at the window watching
the misty rain swell and dance down the street
turning away,
nauseas
her hand timidly fluttering at her belly
curious about
the sudden changes taking place
anxious for what the future would
hold for her
eight months later her body swollen and complete
laying in the hospital bed, watching
as the clouds break to reveal
a double rainbow
leaning back, heavy breathing
hands held
by her closest friend and love
knowing this child is an amazing gift
preparing for their future as a family
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Copyright 2010 BrokenAngel
Published on Thursday, September 23, 2010.
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