We'Ve Lost The Baby - Poem by Royston Allen
We've lost the baby or so we thought
rushing back from holiday all distraught.
Anxiously waiting with concern as we pray.
'It's alright', we heard the doctor say.
Early in the morning making great haste
on my bike I rode at an incredible pace.
'I hope I'm in time', I thought as on I sped
my goal was to make it your hospital bed.
You'd been born half an hour when I got there
you looked so small with your dark black hair.
Heather was the name that we gave to you
born on the 6th Nov.1970 you were overdue.
Like some belated firework lighting the sky
you exploded into our world with a cry.
As a rocket our eyes to the heavens lift
'Praise You Lord', we said for such a gift.
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