Christmas Baby. Poem by Michael Cochrane

A young woman sits in a Cafe staring at the coffee cup, crying softly.
She reads a letter from her purse and stains the paper with her tears.
No one knows her troubles, she's only left with loneliness and painful memories.
Loss is etched in her face, she will never be the same.
Her sweetheart passed away in her arms.
Baby's due in time for Christmas, he was her first and only love.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026