• I had a little secret
    That I was 12 weeks pregnant,
    But that secret blew
    When the foetus didn’t grow.
    So I sit upon the throne
    To watch the red blood flow.
    Do I cry, I may sigh,
    Yet the signs are nigh.
    Me, a mother, I was ready
    But somehow wasn’t baby,
    My hubby’s arms feel shaky
    Around my empty belly
    As the tears that will shed
    Dry clear upon my bed.

    I had a little secret
    That I was 12 weeks pregnant,
    But the secret faded
    When I finally miscarried.
    A tiny little black bean
    Upon the paper, seen;
    So tiny as my pinkie nail
    On the throne, I wailed.
    I mourn for that little bean
    My tears a steady stream
    As I watched the water flow
    I wonder why she failed to grow
    My little secret, now a dream,
    Farewell, my darling little bean.

    19 May 09