ALSphere Foundation
Sighing, she stared at the empty cradle by her bed
On which neither blue nor any pink sheet was spread
Colorless linen upon it as the attendant skeptically lay
To an infinite world, her rainbow tinted dreams faded away
Despite the tragedy, she kept that tranquil calm
To heal her insensate soul there was no soothing balm
Never would she forgive herself for that fateful night
It was impossible to rid her senses of that tragic sight
Notwithstanding the prevalent superstition, she had acceded to a baby shower
Her friends ceremoniously celebrated till the peak of the dawn’s hours
She staggered and stumbled down steep wooden stairs
As she writhed in pain, it was a harrowing nightmare
The blood pooling around her left her aghast
She knew the prenate had finally breathed it’s last
In disbelief, she watched as down her spine ran a chill
The world stopped in its tracks and time stood still.
Was there a way to heal the disfigured scar that was left?
Was it merely an accident or her destiny, as people said?
The words did naught to console her as she cried
On that ominous night, something within her too had died
Should she live in regret or listen to her heart’s desires?
As maternal instincts within her evoked incessant fires
Putting hesitation behind her she stepped foot in an orphanage
At long last motherhood was now but waiting for her embrace.
On which neither blue nor any pink sheet was spread
Colorless linen upon it as the attendant skeptically lay
To an infinite world, her rainbow tinted dreams faded away
Despite the tragedy, she kept that tranquil calm
To heal her insensate soul there was no soothing balm
Never would she forgive herself for that fateful night
It was impossible to rid her senses of that tragic sight
Notwithstanding the prevalent superstition, she had acceded to a baby shower
Her friends ceremoniously celebrated till the peak of the dawn’s hours
She staggered and stumbled down steep wooden stairs
As she writhed in pain, it was a harrowing nightmare
The blood pooling around her left her aghast
She knew the prenate had finally breathed it’s last
In disbelief, she watched as down her spine ran a chill
The world stopped in its tracks and time stood still.
Was there a way to heal the disfigured scar that was left?
Was it merely an accident or her destiny, as people said?
The words did naught to console her as she cried
On that ominous night, something within her too had died
Should she live in regret or listen to her heart’s desires?
As maternal instincts within her evoked incessant fires
Putting hesitation behind her she stepped foot in an orphanage
At long last motherhood was now but waiting for her embrace.
