Baby blues

First thought, first realization

Joy that will make

                the heart burst

The title of mother she will get

A small boy

                    to be born

Room dyed in blue

Cradle near the door

Boxes full of toys.. 

A baby who was in such a hurry

                                to be born

That, from desperate yearning

forgot to

             breathe

    (and a mother who 

                    never again

    could draw a full 

               breath)

The title of king

        With no servants

                 With no kingdom

Rules only what could have

                                         been

                                         But didn't

The title of mother

Burst heart

           With no joy

And a name 

            she will never 

                   speak