Saving Grace

Poem By Janice M Pickett

My life was hell
to say the least
A husband always off having affairs

I was pregnant about 27 weeks
Unhappy scared and alone
Life was a scary trial

This night was like any other night
lying next to a man who had just insulted me
someone totally in a world of his own

I drifted off to sleep and found myself
in a totally white room
Clinically clean and sterile
I was lying on a bed

Into the room came a person
clad in white robes
They asked me if I wanted my baby
and told me they could take it back

I said please fix me
make this right
Another white clad person entered
from behind me

'It's done' was all he said
I said I want my Baby
He repeated 'its done' then said
'Your baby will be fine you will keep it'

I woke up convinced my dream was real
That day my waters broke
My husband had left early and flown out of town
I was rushed into hospital

A week later my baby was born
My after birth had shrivelled
and was creeping up my body
I had an emergency op.

My baby Lived but was in the incubator
until she was full term
Doctors said it was a miracle
I say it was the spirit in my dream
who fulfilled his promise

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