You were wanted," she said
Every month she held her breath, waiting.
And every month her dreams rushed out to sea.
"One day, I put my hopes away," she told me.
"The doctors said to. They said you were not to be."
A sigh escaped her lips as light tripped over the memory.
One day, i felt it. Excitement inside. The day I ached for arrived.
The lottery had hit inside my belly.
I knit baby booties, blankets, got ready for the magic.
You were wanted my love.
©prodigal
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