IT WAS SPRING

 

It was spring,

The season when all comes to life.

It was spring,

But it was a sad time for my wife.

Few months in

And her stomach got round.

The doctor assured us

That the baby was healthy and sound.

She was brimming with joy,

While I made plans to be the best dad.

She wanted a girl,

And I wished for a chubby lad.

My Ma was proud;

We had finally moved away

From my parents' house,

And found a bigger place to stay!

Of course we spent a lot

On clothes, a crib and some toys.

But we did all with smiles,

And plenty help from my homeboys.

It was spring,

But then blood flowed;

The doc shook his head,

And I watched my wife implode.

He said the baby left

And the news came as a blow.

We were happy and high,

But that loss brought us low!

Oh yes, she wept.

Many nights were filled with cries,

The days were spent in a daze,

And it seemed the sun would never rise.

In sorrow she wasn't alone,

For in truth, we were by her side.

At last we got a smile;

Away from sorrow, that was a huge stride.

Indeed it's true;

Joy really comes in the morning!

The sun rose, along with a bulge;

And darkness fled, along with mourning.

It is spring,

And it's been two years after;

The season when all comes to life!

Rising above all is the sound of laughter...

©️T.F.C.