I’m told there is no hope
and left this wretched affliction.
To carry you with dread and
Wait for your day of suffering,
To choose your final moment
And design your demise.

I awaken expecting the familiar dread
But instead I feel you wriggling in my belly
You guide me back to reality;
My heavy limbs resting on the sheets
The morning sun streaming in the window
No worry or fear; no decision to be made
Just the sun’s rays warming my body
And you gently moving,
Leaving this message of clarity and hope.