Miracle

After eight years waiting and hoping

I become resigned.

It just isn't meant to be.

......But now, here in the surgery

I'm reading the word, 'Positive', on a small yellow card.

Weeks of excitement follow, mixed with weeks of doubts.

Then, "Oh, you're valuable, you are,

group 'A' rhesus 'd' negative!

Don't worry, the first one's usually O.K."

(What if it isn't?)

Monthly check-ups

Months of wondering,

But through it all I know,

come hell or high water

somehow, my child will survive,

perfect in every way.

Then, "Could you sign for anaesthetic?

It's just a precaution, you won't need it."

(I did need it.)

Awakening to the last few stitches, someone is saying,

"Does she know she's got a daughter?"

Now, here by my side, through a flood of tears,

I gaze at my tiny baby girl

while casual hands start to wash and weigh

just another Miracle.

by

Shirley Frances Winskill 1992