I saw it on the screen...
It looked like a little Dragon.
But where the head was was an empty circle.
Where the heart was was nothing.
There was no brain development
just a quiet little Dragon
in a perfect little bubble.
"Hello little one," I said.
It didn't answer me.
All was still.
"Hello," I said louder.
Again it did not respond.
A tear escaped my eye.
I said, "it's ok, it happens, it's ok".
The river inside opened.
I couldn't breathe-
neither could my dragon.
My dragon would never breathe.
"It's ok," I said, "it's ok.
It happens, just happens."
Better now than later I thought.
But as they pulled my Dragon's picture from the machine,
the picture just ten minutes before we were excitedly laughing about-
expecting to show my love....
Instead of handing it to me
they clipped it to the file.
I watched them close the manila folder,
covering my Dragon's first and last photo.
And it was done.
"8 tomorrow," They said.
"8 tomorrow," I said.
They hugged me, handed me tissues.
I watched the folder with my Dragon's picture leave the room.
I say goodbye to you tomorrow Dragon.
please wake up!
Show them they are wrong!
Wriggle and pump and breathe!!
Please dragon, please.
Show them you are ok, that I am ok, that we are ok and will grow together
nourished by each other for months until i can finally hold you in my hands!
My sweet Dragon.
Before it's too late!
"Hello little Dragon," I said quietly,
"Goodbye little Dragon."