

Quickly, quietly to the upstairs bath I retreat to prepare Open the shiny package In there lies my future, my hope Will I be, will you be? The sample is produced Now it is time to wait Minutes seem like hours I listen to my breath Not daring to consider what might be So much power in that little plastic stick After an eternity, steal a furtive glance Dare to check the future What might be Sigh. Nothing. Swallow hard, manage a smile Soon it will happen My belly will fill with baby Happiness will fill our home My cycle wasnlate, but sadly I stared my perio.d today😪