the message arrived loud and clear
she just didn't hear it correctly
she didn't want to believe it
she nudged the idea out of her head
she tried, she pushed, she shoved
how could it be this
not here, not now
she squeezed her eyes closed
willed herself not to hear it
grasped at the fading dream
slowly she stumbled blindly out of the bed
reaching over to pick up the whimpering baby
"now now darling, hush, mama's here for you, always"
for sunday scribblings, "message"