God Is Calling My Life 'Home'

I watch you
lying in the I.C.U.
Tubes and machines
where's your old blue jeans?

Hushes and whispers
charts on chains
Your medical history
as if you had no name

Me, a part of you in my belly
Trying to stop
an imminent miscarry
Losing you both
is so surreal

"Making him comfortable"
they whispered of your end
as my cramps increased
the emptying of you from my womb
blood running down my leg

Both of you are going 'home'
today

Why did God
have to call my life 'home'?
And leave me here
to suffer in a place
that will never be 'home'
again

Glass Sipper Publications