Young Mother Has A Secret. Poem by R. K. Hart

There is a glint in her eyes,
A glint that discloses her lies.
It is not lie of commission,
But a lie of omission.

Her husband is aware,
It's a secret they share.
They decide it won't be public just yet.
For now they will keep their secret.

Slowly they let the family know,
And watch as Grand Parents glow.
Aunties and Uncles are excited,
Cousin's expectation ignited.

A month or two rolls on,
And their heart is full of song.
On the distant horizon,
There is a sad, sad song.

A song of tears,
A song that carries certain fears.
Should they, would they see,
The sweet giggle of another baby.

The baby will not be theirs this time,
They ask God why He is unkind.
He replies, "Be strong my child, hold your blame,
And in time you'll find my love again".

RKH 2010-05-03