Waiting Room In a Maternity Ward

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    Waiting Room In a Maternity Ward
    A waiting room in the maternity ward
    As I wait for the new life to begin.
    Waiting room of the world.

    A careless mess. Freudian slips of paper
    Paper and ink my refuge
    Has now become my back alley abortionist.

    You lie on the sofa, curled up.
    I stop to watch you sleep
    While ghastly mobile twirls above your dreams
    Have been spun by me.

    I’ll live with myself. I have to painfully
    A mother with a dead baby in its womb
    My first trimester.
    Knowing I killed.
    Almost there – almost made it – almost alive

    You will wake older than you were ever meant to feel.
    Childless.
    But will you try again?

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    CLMatyskela’s Poems (21)

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