Could Be... Poem by Katrina Lusk

We've talked about it,
from the beginning.
Didn't want to try or worry,
until we were married.
Now we're praying

what ever happens happens.
There's no turning back,
the damage could be done.
There are so many questions,
we find.
That are constantly,
going through our mind.

Things we ask,
time and time again.
We're just so young,
we don't know where to begin.
What are we going to do?
Will I be able to carry through?
Will I walk right beside you?
How are we going to share the news?

All these questions consumed
while we wait 11-14 days,
to know if it's true.
With one another's hand to hold,
we don't seem to be in this alone.
It seems like forever
those minutes on the clock,
seem to tick by slowly.

All we want to do
is read the results.
To know what could be,
from such a life changing test.

At 15 I can't help
but wish for the best.
So would it be wrong
to get excited if it's positive,
or upset when it's negative?
People might say,
what were you thinking?
There goes your life...
If it's change I have to deal with
I will reply with a smile on my face,
My life hasn't gone anywhere.
This is all I've ever wanted
to start a family,
and be with the one I love.

It may no longer be,
the two of us.
There could be another
on its very way,
yet it's still too soon to know.

If there is...
We might have to
grow up a lot.
There will come a day
when we trade in our youth,
for the difficulty of parenthood.
We will get used to the idea,
of being called mommy and daddy.

Or the hero to that baby
in a hospital bed.
Who resembles us,
every inch up to its tiny head.
Ten fingers, ten toes
and that cute little button nose,
all came from a love that grows.

It won't be easy raising a baby,
when you're just a kid yourself.
I'm not saying it would,
but it's the price we pay
for not doing as we should.
For not preventing
this from happening,
like we could.

Two weeks will tell
life might change,
and our parents might yell.
But life isn't a game,
You have to take responsibility,
for each risk you take.
So please don't hold regret,
about the choices we make.

Please don't look for a way out
because you know,
at times we're going to shout.
Just remember what we did,
we made out of love.
We were given a gift,
Precious and tiny from up above.