In a moment, how a life may change,
As he dives and kisses her temples.
This is a marriage vow, older than time.
His bites mark and bleed,
Her nails scratch and kneed.
And in this moment, a child concieved.
Two hearts without fear, on moistened sheets,
Unknowing that soon, a third heart will beat.
That her abdomen will bulge and carry within,
A child damned for their very sin.
But mother sees it not that way,
Neither does father.
This child of love, only grows stronger.
They find themselves wondering,
The who, the when.
“A pale young girl with soft black hair.
Piercing grey eyes, similar to hail.
Her voice of bells,
Her soul of silver”
“Nay,” he speaks and the tale unwinds,
“A boy, with an unspoken mind.
Red black hair with skin so tanned.
The heart of gold that creates a man.”
Hands placed on stomach round,
A home so safe, solid with sound.
Her own dreams, intertwined with no fear.
This family was all she needed here.
Days came and passed,
As did the labor.
Till finally, she called on the neighbor.
“Help me,” She cried, “I fear it is time.
And he’s far away, not a clue.”
“Stay right where you are. I’ll come get you.”
She relied on him for so long,
She forgot that the chance was there,
That when the baby came, he’d be gone.
Hours she pushed, until finally a cry.
Pictures taken and she held the baby with a sigh.
Names came and his name was signed with flourish.
A baby girl, name of Angeline Cherish.
Weary body home, eyes to a surprising scene.
Wife and mother on bed, daughter in arms for him to see.
Now I remember this was just a dream.
There is way this is meant for me.
My chances of conceiving now are low. (And happily so)
But by the time the day arises,
I will give birth while he is far from home.
It seems the easiest for me.
He will not watch me scream.
He will not see me bleed.
He will know nothing of the pain of the child within me.
He will not hold her.
And I will be alone.
My greatest fear, realized and accounted for.