I had the horror of witnessing- in a professional capacity- the untimely birth of a five month old foetus (One of many I helped to deliver). To may absolute dismay, the child on expulsion attempted to cry- opened its tiny mouth in a wailing motion, so I could see its bloodless tongue, and shed one single tear. This became a defining moment in my career. The poem that follows speaks my heart for every such interruption of dreams, every thwarting of plans, everything brought to nought instead of fruition.


A tear escaped

And fell.

But like the great oak

Fallen in the forest,


It made no sound.

With mouth a-gape

The creature wailed.

But like the opening

Of a flower,

Only imperceptible noise

Was made.

A foetus shed

A tear one day,

And in my heart

A thunder roared

A thousand times.

Like the oak fallen

In the forest,

But not alone.


Author: mywrite2016

I am a freelance writer living in the Caribbean country of Trinidad and Tobago. Author of three self-published books- No More Tears, To Kryss with Love and Dust Yourself Off and Try Again. I am the mother of two girls- 21 and 11 years old- a teacher and trained nurse.

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