What keeps us here my darling
Is the little voice we close our eyes to clearly hear
Didn’t we do it before?
We sat in the toilet
Listening to a life drop into the bowl
And still crossed fingers
To hear a hearbeat at our next doctor’s appointment
We held on
We sat still and embraced the warmth
Our tears left as they trailed down our cheeks
We gathered the strength
To purchase another pregnancy kit
I still glance at the collection
Gathering dust in our drawer
All kits read positive
And I still believe
We shall hold the evidence of our countless trials.
Wanja.