Childhood Memory 2

I was surrounded by white walls,
My tears flowing like a stream.
My mum lied still on the bed,
Everything seemed like a dream.

I was in the arms of a friend,
As my heartbeat races.
I didn't know what was happening,
There were too many faces.

As I look back on it now,
My confusion astounds me.
Why couldn't I understand,
That event's simplicity.

I recall a lady,
With glasses, wearing white.
She stood over my mum's body,
Her machines in sight.

She held what looked like an iron,
Which she pressed onto my mother.
At the time, it was terrifying,
Though it was just an ultrasound, and no other.