Eclampsia

I rushed her to the local hospital.
She complained of cramps.
She was undergoing labor,
after nine months passed a breeze.

During her eighth month of pregnancy,
We've bought baby stuff in anticipation.
And we often had petty arguments
about if the baby was a girl or boy.

And then it would end up a scene
that I will gently caress her belly
and feel the child's confirmation.
It replies with a kick to say, "I'm alive."

We were financially unfortunate.
I never had any stable work.
And because of pride,
I insisted that my wife stays at home.

I left her along the corridor,
while she waited for her turn.
Now and then, she'd scream in anguish
as if the head started to pop out.

I went back home to gather my family
to tell them the good news.
"My wife's giving birth!", I yelled
and they joyfully gathered round.

We horded to the hospital.
I went back to the corridor, she wasn't there anymore.
I asked the attending nurse and she said,
"Yes, in the morgue. We did everything but..."

I went back to our slum,
And slammed the door behind me and went to bed.
Before I knew it, there I saw,
the baby's clothes my wife had neatly folded.

-jkdeqz- 02/19/09