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The news, received with joyful voices,
announces a new life is growing.
Hands join in wonder upon her stomach,
both lost in thoughts of the life to come.
After a moment, her eyes widen and the smile wavers.
"Just give me drugs, I don't want to deliver naturally!"
Over the months she grows big, naturally.
For once not having to quiet the voices
speaking of the gain, as her diet wavers.
She enjoys this time of growing,
looking forward to the changes to come.
As for once, he admires the curve of her stomach.
Day after day she has pains in her stomach,
but drugs harm the baby so she relieves it naturally.
Despite this the pain continues to come
and family whispers around her in worried voices.
The baby moves less and the concern is growing,
but her faith in this gift from God never wavers.
When the bleeding starts, her breathing wavers
and she cries, caressing her swollen stomach.
Waiting for the doctor to call, her worry is growing
and she wishes her husband were there, naturally.
In the hall, she hears the distant voices
and hopes it's her husband, but he doesn't come.
She sits, alone, waiting for the doctor to come.
After hearing the results, the room around her wavers.
Before she opens her eyes, she hears hushed voices
and her hand automatically goes to her stomach.
"Don't give me drugs, I want to do this naturally."
The doctors look to each other, their confusion growing.
"Dear, you understand your baby is no longer growing?"
"There's no use waiting for the end has come."
This breaks her heart quite naturally
and for a moment her resolve wavers.
But a tear escapes, and she touches her stomach,
shutting out their concern-filled voices.
The baby wouldn't keep growing, even though her faith never wavers.
She waited for her husband to come, a feeling of dread in her stomach.
Naturally, her marriage falters, and he leaves her with despair she never voices.