A soothing touch woke her up.
She opened her eyes slowly,
Seeing her better half, she clinched.
He looked away, avoiding her gaze.

She tried to move, she shifted.
But she felt the pain from her wounds,
Her body still aching,
Exhausted from hours of endless contractions of sweet labor.

She stared at her empty bedside.
Her angel was nowhere to be found.
Her weary eyes questioning,
But nobody dared to talk.

A man in white uniform went in,
Breaking the tension of silence.
In his arms, he was holding something
Wrapped in satin white cloth.
It was her angel fast asleep…. deep asleep.
She looked so delicate, and purplish and… so still?

She felt her heart; it was non-beating.
She felt her air; it was non-breathing.
She was shocked! Devastated! Wrecked! Crushed! And heartbroken!

She gathered all her strength that was left of her.
She screamed and whimpered!!!
As she held her perished infant tightly.
She was in deep agony, in yearning,
Mourning the death of a joyful birth.
Wishing that her cries would wake her up,
But ended up in desperation.
She gave up in utter frustration.

Hovering for comfort from dear ones, they consoled her.
Looking now at the still life in her arms,
She planted her first and last kiss.
Unselfishly, she offered up her little one wholeheartedly…..

“God has you in His arms now. I will have you forever in my heart.”