I will do very best for this sweet family
Expecting their first born, excited and so proud
After numerous fails, they are floating on cloud
Putting the cold liquid, feeling so clammily

Projecting on the screen, the baby imagery
Feeling the nervousness at this stage of the bump
Checking for a heartbeat, and sensing my heart jump
No sign of a rhythm, rechecking this jury

I stop and they know it, that this fetus is dead
At twenty-eight long weeks, he lost his own battle
To grow into this love and shake golden rattle

Explaining the next steps as the tears flow and shed
My heart feels their great pain, but my job continues
Onto the next couple, may they have better news.