Why?

I walk into town and see a post-natal lady

I want to scream Ďdonít you know, I too have just had a baby?í

She might not be with me, but sheís very much here

How jealous I am that she holds her newborn near

How I long still to be pregnant , still keeping her warm

Keeping her away from harm

How angry I am that my body didnít work,

didnít do its job right, do you know how much that hurts?

Never again will I feel those tiny kicks and jumps

Or rub my hand over my growing bump

There isnít a day that passes where I donít break down and cry

And all want to know is why my baby, why?

Mrs Kerry Sheridan