The surrounding is darkened…
The climate is cool…
I can feel the drizzle…
I can see the rain…
I can see the marching clouds…
I can hear their roar…
Rapidly they clouden the sky…
I can see the rain…
I can feel the raindrops..
Rolling from my hair to internal fear…
Kissing my broad forehead…
And merging with my tears…
I can sense the terror…
“how could this happen and why?”
“am I cursed or is it fate…”
Now I can feel the rain…
The phone call and the message…
“darling i`m coming home”
Excitedly I cooked delicious food…
Thinking of our year long bond…
Our marriage and our party…
His first sweet loving smile…
His support and his laughter…
The ups and downs of life…
Then a call from healthcare..
“is this wife of mr loral?”
This is to inform his lady…
That her husband is no more…
I couldn`t hear…I couldn`t speak…
I couldn`t faint…I couldn`t weep
Because the life in..the little one…
For whom we waited long…
But what about the secret message…
That I will never be able to convey…
My love,my husband…our child in my womb…
I wish I could say…
But now I confess I love you…
And wanted to come your way..
but for our child…my darling…
for him my life I lay…
