Baby Girl.

She held the test so tightly,
Tears rolled down her skin,
How could this have happened?
A child now lay within.

It wasn't meant to happen,
Her life was just her own,
Her conscience pleaded her to stop,
As she picked up the phone.

She travelled to her doctors,
Were their she made her plea,
I cant keep this baby,
Please doctor cant you see.

He saw her desperation,
Then gently touched her hand,
He booked her an appointment,
Then spoke of what was planned.

On a dreary morning,
She waited for her name,
Unsteadily she stood up,
Then the nurses came.

They took her to a cubicle,
The walls were laid so bare,
Was this really what she wanted?
To end a child's life there.

In a tiny mirror,
Just behind the door,
She saw her sad reflection,
Her head fell to the floor.

Im going to keep this baby,
I'll raise my child with pride,
The nurses stood there gazing,
Their mouths now open wide.

That day she left a mother,
All worries now aside,
No longer would she feel a need,
To run away and hide.

Then in late September,
A daughter came her way,
She'd never felt as one, complete,
Until that special day.

She named her child Lucia,
And on that special night,
She remembered what her name did mean,
Lucia was her light.