cradle

...nine months,
i can't hardly wait
to see your first smile
to hear your first cry
to touch your delicate skin
and to just hold you...

...but something's wrong,
i don't understand
the doctor said, "you're fine!"
but i feel strange inside,
the nurse's face was blank
as i felt a chill up my spine...

...i wonder what time it is,
too much bright lights around me
and my eyes are slowly closing,
i think they sedated me
must be the anesthesia,
or something else...

..."nine months past.." i've been told,
but it seems like yesterday,
how i wish i didn't go to sleep
so i could have heard you cry
wish i had you
or even just a fraction of time...

...now its just me,
staring blankly at a furniture
which seems to be useless
and aged by dust and cobwebs
"no! i'm not fine!"
just waiting for my time...