the bump in your belly
has grown full and well
as the boy stands alert at the hospital bell
which has rang near and far for the family to hear
but the doctor ain't smiling my dear
the crib lay at rest in the blue and pink room
a test of your will, again come too soon
the grass grows and dies
and time carries on
the weight of your heart is withdrawn
he says he will stay, but what can you do
when your prediction of 3 has fallen to 2
sorry has become more than a phrase
only for all of the questions it's raised
oh dear woman
in the paper white dress
we'll pardon your grief and the weight of the stress
but a heartbeat was felt
you're still grown and well
and in the distance hear the ring of the churchbell